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"It’s witchcraft!!"

Alarm bells rang out, signaling the highest level of alert. In the digital world, there were no apex explosive weapons like nuclear bombs. Although modern firepower was terrifying within the blue alert zone, it did not include wipeout weapons that would affect game play.

Therefore, that thing defied logic, because games consider balance and experience, but never logic.

If it wasn’t a weapon from the blue alert zone, then such a massive energy fluctuation warning could only come from the Virtual World of the Western Camp, and according to intelligence, the most likely cause of such a vast energy fluctuation would be the handiwork of those old wizards in the Sorcerer World!

Indeed, before the group of commanders could react to the situation, the terrifying scene had already arrived.

It was an overwhelming red, and where the red spread, everything rapidly melted. Where it passed, it wasn’t an exaggeration to say it destroyed everything!

The people of the West had gone mad... Did they willingly unleash such indiscriminate spells even with a large amount of modern vanguard troops in the front?

A group of officers turned pale.

Apart from cursing the Westerners for their ruthlessness, they could only pray that their defenses would hold.

Huge waves of molten lava quickly rolled towards the frontline, and the giant Buddha statue, which had been resisting the firepower, finally halted the advance of the lava, giving the soldiers and commanders behind a huge sigh of relief.

But the relief didn’t last long because the alarms kept blaring harshly—the enemy’s energy had not stopped...

Soon, the dreaded situation appeared; the giant golden Buddha statue was visibly... melting!

Seeing this scene, a group of commanders had a reflexive urge to retreat immediately...

"Hasn’t the origin of this damn witchcraft been detected yet?" In the headquarters at the rear, Hou Xiaoping, the commander in charge of the overall situation from the Hou Family, had already lost his basic composure. The situation could cause the entire army to collapse at any moment.

"It’s from the southeast, and we’ve obtained the precise coordinates!" A female officer reported urgently, "It’s confirmed, it’s the Black Sorcerer Team from the Western Europe District. Only the Legendary Sorcerer Walter Belli could create witchcraft of this caliber!"

"Of course, it could only be him!" Hou Xiaoping said sharply, "I don’t want to hear any nonsense, I want to know how to neutralize this witchcraft?"

"We can only deploy special operations personnel for an assassination mission!" Another officer spoke directly, "This kind of sorcerer team is bound to have magical defenses and covering firepower; relying on long-range firepower to disrupt them is utterly impossible!"

"An assassination mission... Do we have a suitable candidate here?"

"Lei Bin, the senior disciple of the Green Cloud Sect, and Fu Junzhu, the senior disciple of the Demon Sect Ghost King Sect, are already our most feasible options..." The officer sighed, "But... facing Stal or that Duchess on the other side, I’m afraid our chances of success are not high."

On hearing this, Hou Xiaoping fell silent. Both candidates were the successors trained by great families, and even with his authority, it would be infuriating to order such a suicidal task.

The Central Federation has always prided itself on cutting-edge military might, and in tactical drills, the Western sorcery system had difficulty inflicting lethal damage as it was complex to enact, and any interference by special operations could backfire.

But in recent years, top fighters from the Virtual World had been dying, leaving only Zhang Zhengyuan as a top-tier figure.

The second-generation heirs were not yet up to the standards of the older generation.

On the contrary, the West had recently seen the rise of figures like the Duchess and Stal, changing the dynamics of the battlefield.

Now, with Zhang Zhengyuan absent, relying on a special forces unit for a precision strike strategy seemed hopeless.

If they couldn’t destroy the Sorcerer Team and relied on long-range firepower, they’d be at a tremendous disadvantage.

Had they reached the end of the road?

"General, shall we... let Lei Bin give it a try?" Another officer suggested, "At this point, the Lei Family should certainly put forth some effort, right?"

"Heh..." Hou Xiaoping gave a bitter smile and shook his head. If there were even a fifty percent chance of success, he would consider trying to persuade the Lei Family, but now, a situation with less than thirty percent chance of success seemed miraculous that the Lei Family didn’t defect on the spot.

How many of the current high-ranking families had any real backbone?

"I’ll give it a try?" a soft voice chimed in, prompting Hou Xiaoping to turn around.

"Xiaoliang, you..." Hou Xiaoping furrowed his brow. The speaker was Hou Xiaoliang, the most outstanding junior in the Hou Family within the Immortal Executioner Realm, proficient in the Ghost King Sect’s Phantom Pierce technique.

Bringing him to the front line was also to use him at a critical moment, but... they were facing someone like Stal...

Even Zhang Zhengyuan had said that in just five more years, Stal would be beyond his capacity to handle. Where did Xiaoliang stand?

"I definitely can’t beat him head-on, but my stealth abilities may not be detectable by them. Big brother, you don’t need to worry about me. If I don’t succeed with one strike, I’ll escape thousands of miles away. It’s the creed of our Phantom Pierce lineage; I won’t take risks."

Hou Xiaoping clenched his teeth upon hearing this, and with other commanding officers looking on eagerly, he finally conceded, "Go then, but remember, don’t try to be a hero!"

Hou Xiaoliang smiled and nodded before disappearing on the spot, like a gust of wind.

"General Hou should be fine," the female officer beside him offered comfortingly. "His assassination ability is recognized as the strongest among the younger generation in the Immortal Executioner Realm."

Hou Xiaoping responded with a forced smile but said nothing.

The Hou family was deeply bound to the Central Federation and had never considered treason.

Despite having acquired substantial interests, at times like this, the more one had, the less likely they were to be tolerated by the Western Camp.

He was acutely aware that the Lei family could flee or surrender, but his own could not.

All he could do was pray that Xiaoliang was alright...

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"This is really terrifying..."

Stealthily infiltrating the chaotic battlefield, Hou Xiaoliang felt the presence of the three Evil Dragons circling in the sky and a chill ran down his spine, especially towards the man who could float in the sky alongside the three dragons.

Just a distant glance at him tightened his nerves to the limit.

The assassin’s intuition told him that if the man so much as touched him, he would be shattered into pieces...

No wonder the senior Zhang Zhengyuan thought so highly of that guy.

He vaguely remembered, more than a decade ago, that guy had dared to piss at the top of the Central Federal Digital City’s administrative center.

At that time, Mr. Zhang Zhengyuan personally took action.

Although he managed to make the guy flee in a sorry state, in reality, Zhang Zhengyuan, having used all his methods, still couldn’t kill him. ..

On their own turf, that guy had slipped away from them.

To be honest, Zhang Zhengyuan might have been conservative in his estimation. Now, in a real fight, he might even lose.

No wonder Mr. Zhang was so adamant about developing a new world. If Nastar continued to grow, the Central Federation might find it hard to produce someone who could surpass him.

Thinking this, Hou Xiaoliang held his breath and moved with extreme caution along the periphery. Using his stealth skills, he slowly approached the target location.

Meanwhile, the guardian Buddha statue at the front line had melted down to nearly half. Time was of the essence, but years of being an assassin had made him calmly composed to the utmost degree.

The more critical the moment, the less he could afford to be hasteful. His location must not be discovered. It was said that Nastar’s speed had already surpassed that of a bullet. If he were to be discovered, Nastar could take him away instantaneously, and there would be no chance of escape.

The saying that one could escape a thousand miles was a lie to his cousin. Even if he were to succeed this time, it would likely be a fatal outcome.

But as a son of Huaxia, how could he back down at a time like this?

Two kilometers... one thousand five hundred meters... one kilometer...

At this distance, Hou Xiaoliang stopped. He could feel that if he got any closer, the leading Wizard would detect him. This was the limit of his stealth.

For an assassin like him, this distance required only one second...

But in that one second, Nastar three thousand meters away might be even faster...

The only chance was when the Buddha statue melted and Nastar took the opportunity to attack the front line with that deadly Duchess, and in that one second when their attention was completely diverted, that was the best moment to strike.

He couldn’t rush... absolutely couldn’t rush, he took a deep breath. You can do it, Hou Xiaoliang!

Hou Xiaoliang took a deep breath, tensing all the muscles in his body as he waited for what he deemed the perfect moment.

"You won’t be able to do it like this..."

A faint voice sounded, causing Hou Xiaoliang’s whole body to tense up.

The voice was so close that it was almost whispering in his ear, yet he had no inkling of it!

Does the West have an assassin with such excellent stealth abilities too?

Hou Xiaoliang wanted to erupt into action, but for some reason, his tightly coiled muscles wouldn’t move no matter how much he willed them to; they were frozen as if under someone else’s control.

Who had come?

Hou Xiaoliang strained to glance from the corner of his eye, but he was taken aback...

Because, standing beside him very clearly, was a man dressed entirely in Eastern attire...