Chapter 392: Chapter 392
"No other special properties, treat them like uniquely shaped people when you attack."
Lann seized the brief opening when the opponent’s chest burst with blood, and a serpent head emerged, succinctly relaying his information to Henrik.
The Old Hunter nodded calmly, showing not a hint of panic from start to finish.
"Easy to handle... one for each of us."
With that, Henrik swiftly raised his hand.
With a "bang," gunfire rang out. In the distance, a cluster of serpent heads emerging from the chest of a shadow about to release a fireball, and the largest head was suddenly blown apart.
Yet the shadow itself seemed unfazed.
It appeared the serpent heads emerging from the chest weren’t their weak spots.
Which made sense, who would expose their weaknesses upon transforming into a second phase?
That would be too stupid.
As Henrik engaged the fireball-casting shadow, Lann naturally took on the shadow wielding the greatsword and candelabra.
The shadow flashed towards Lann, its combat movements bearing obvious traces of the Yan Nan Hunter.
It was unclear whether the shadow had acquired the rapid maneuvering skills of the Yan Nan Hunters, or if the Hunters had learned those techniques from them.
The secrets of Yan’an were ancient and profound, interwoven intricately, depending on what was older.
The candelabra in the shadow’s hand burned with a flickering bean-sized flame that wouldn’t extinguish no matter how violently it moved.
It brandished the candelabra, and as the flame briefly danced under the greatsword, the slender, elongated shadowy blade was enveloped in a layer of flames!
The sight of a flaming shadow appeared bizarrely against common sense.
But Lann didn’t doubt the lethality of the greatsword nor the powerful heat of those flames.
The elongated greatsword, clad in flames and held by the shadow, swept just above the ground, causing sparks to ignite among the grass and vines near the blade tip!
The Demon Hunter gauged the distance, and before the shadow could flash forward for another attack, he placed a long-prepared magic seal on the ground.
Chaotic Magic Power flowed into the seal, and a circle emitting a faint purple light appeared on the ground.
Lann had already observed this shadow’s combat pattern earlier; it didn’t have as long a range of attack as the fireball shadow.
Although the candelabra was a casting tool, the flame it emitted took the form of a short, thick cone.
To kill its enemy, it had to close the distance.
Lann waited for the enemy to be unable to stop its momentum, stepping into the Demon Hunter’s magical trap.
But to the Demon Hunter’s surprise... it actually managed to halt just a step away from the [Yarden Rune]!
Lann’s brow furrowed. At this distance... how did it plan to attack?
Soon, Lann would find out.
The shadow raised the fiery greatsword at its waist, poised as if about to deliver a thrust after an accumulation of force.
At this distance, given the shadow’s reach, executing a thrust was far from rational.
But in the next moment... "whoosh!"
Like a long snake, or a whip, the shadow’s arm extended suddenly, tripling in length!
Along with the flame-coated greatsword, its effective attack range instantly extended to seven or eight meters!
And this all happened in a mere instant!
Like the motion of a whip crack, the swiftness of this move was beyond question.
In that sudden moment, Lann could only instinctively raise Aron Dite slightly to block before him.
The explosive sound of metal clashing rang out on the blade, a massive and scorching force furrowed the Demon Hunter’s brows.
The blade, reacting a split second too late, couldn’t reach the optimal position, thus failing to completely block the extendable thrust.
But immediately, a golden glow of chaotic magic power appeared around Lann’s body.
With a "crackling" sound, the magic shield was broken, but the Demon Hunter was merely grazed by the force, taking two diagonal steps back without injury.
The final blocked thrust pierced into the ground.
In this ancient plaza, a large rock was suddenly launched into the air with a "rumbling" noise, directly lifted by the extendable thrust!
The schoolbag-sized natural rock weighed at least dozens of kilograms! It soared a full two meters high under the thrust!
The uprooted soil and grass roots rained down like a downpour!
Already having broken free, Lann narrowed his eyes slightly... ’So it’s the serpents that grant it the ability to extend its body?’
At this point, it seemed a reasonable assumption.
After all, the greatsword-wielding shadow hadn’t exhibited this ability until before it was blown apart.
The elastic body retracted like a spring back to the shadow’s hand, and then it advanced towards Lann again.
The Demon Hunter had been jolted out of the rune circle by that elastic thrust.
The shadow no longer needed to worry about the enemy’s trap.
It finally pulled close to Lann’s normal attack range.
Before the Demon Hunter’s eyes, the shadow raised the candelabra, and the bean-sized flame began to tremble as it spread forward.
A fan-shaped flame jet surged forth!
The best response would be to dodge, as the deadly heat from the flames was pervasive and lasted for about a second.
Even the [Quen Rune] couldn’t withstand it for that long.
But just as Lann prepared to move, a peculiar sensation in his mind pointed him to a different course of action.
One that suited his taste better.
Feasibility reports and a psychological evaluation analysis went through Mentos’ system, and the intelligent brain approved the success rate of this action.
So there was nothing to hesitate.
His left hand steadying the scabbard at his waist, his right hand already gripping the hilt of the Lady of the Lake’s Sword.
Under the [Spirit Vision] perception, Lann clearly felt as if he was holding a gentle light, akin to lake water.
Sensing Lann’s ’gaze,’ golden light began to seep from the scabbard.
Before his feline eyes, the fan-shaped flame jet appeared like a sea of fire.
And the novel sensation in his mind, amidst the distortion of colors and images, discovered a breathtaking beauty. Follow current novels on N0veI.Fiɾe.net
Invisible heat was visualized, intertwining with the color of the flames to form chaotic lines.
Within that tangled mess of lines, Lann captured an arc... a perfect arc.
A spontaneous smile of enjoyment curled at his lips, an exhilarating katana strike seamlessly conformed to the arc in his vision under Lann’s superior execution.
A barely audible soft sound.
The power of [Banish Evil] within the Lady of the Lake’s Sword was guided into the supernatural flames through swordsmanship under [Spirit Vision]!
Whether the flames counted as [evil] was no longer important; what mattered was that a cohesive structure of supernatural flames had been tampered with by another force!
In an instant, the wave-like flames vanished into thin air!
Even the heat traces in the air were nowhere to be found!
The flames disappeared, a situation so novel that even the shadow releasing the fire stood there, bewildered.
Then Lann slashed open its chest cavity with one swift stroke, inserting a [Hive]; after the explosion, it dissipated into smoke.
Amidst the dispersing smoke, Lann curiously examined the still-glistening Lady of the Lake’s Sword before him.
Until he relaxed his [Spirit Vision], losing observation of the sword’s power core, the light gradually receded.
"[Spirit Vision]..." Lann sheathed the sword, a contemplative reminiscence on his face, "Tsk, this vision is truly fascinating."