"There’s not much to say," Azrael said to Harin indifferently, his eyes narrowing. "How about I send you to meet them so you can ask them yourself?"
As Azrael spoke, he activated the Wings of Wind, and since the distance between them was only fifty meters, he appeared behind Harin in an instant.
"After all, hearing from them in person would be much better than listening to us."
As Azrael’s voice reached Harin’s ears from behind, the man’s eyes widened in disbelief.
But before he could turn around, a sharp sword light flashed, and the blade of Fallen Star cleaved his body cleanly into two.
However, instead of blood spraying from the wound, both halves of Harin’s body turned into a mass of black smoke and disappeared once again.
Azrael had already seen this technique before, so this time, he wasn’t the least bit flustered.
Instead, he sneered and his eyes flashed with a deep violet glow.
Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! — — — — —
More than three hundred purple wind blades materialized throughout the underground chamber, filling every corner and leaving no blind spot.
Elyara and the others in the underground space were startled as countless wind blades whirled across the room.
Some of them even brushed past their bodies, only centimeters away from slicing through flesh.
What shocked them the most was that, despite the sheer number of wind blades, not a single one harmed them.
The display of Azrael’s precise control over such deadly attacks was terrifying.
Just a moment later, Azrael’s eyes suddenly snapped to his right as one of his wind blades had struck something.
"Arghhh!" A painful grunt echoed across the chamber as Harin’s figure became visible again, a deep wound clearly visible on his left shoulder.
But what terrified Harin wasn’t the physical injury, it was the strange nature of the attack that directly damaged his soul.
Even now, the stinging agony radiating from within his soul was far worse than any physical pain he had ever felt.
After finding his location, Azrael didn’t give Harin even a second to recover.
The moment he located him, all the remaining wind blades in the underground chamber howled as they tore through the air, converging toward him like a raging storm.
Despite being a level 45 Epic-ranked warrior, Harin’s instincts screamed in alarm as he saw the storm of wind blades closing in.
The danger didn’t come from their physical power, but from their soul-inflicting nature.
If hundreds of these blades struck him simultaneously, his soul would be grievously wounded, perhaps even shattered.
Enduring the excruciating pain from the earlier attack, Harin gritted his teeth and released a wave of pure, condensed darkness from his body.
The energy quickly solidified into a black armor that enveloped him completely.
Just as the armor finished forming, the storm of wind blades reached him, striking from every direction, from head to toe.
But despite their overwhelming number and speed, the blades could only carve shallow marks across the armor of darkness, unable to pierce through or cause any significant harm to Harin.
By this time, the members of the security forces had also regained their senses and seeing Harin being overwhelmed, they immediately decided to assist him, believing that the student IDs Azrael and the others had shown earlier must have been fake, and that they were actually members of the Transcendent Organization.
After all, they couldn’t comprehend why else Azrael would suddenly attack Harin.
But just as they prepared to move, a chilling aura enveloped them.
Sharp icicles formed all around, hovering menacingly near their necks and chests.
"If you don’t want to die, then don’t interfere," Luo Bingqing said coldly, his expression emotionless as he looked at the six class-level warriors.
Now that he had reached the peak of the class level himself, it would be far too easy for him to deal with six ordinary class-level warriors alone.
Ralph felt the freezing pressure radiating from the icicles surrounding them, and his expression turned grim as he realized that even if all of them fought together, they wouldn’t be able to withstand Luo Bingqing’s strength.
"Why are you doing this?" Ralph asked in a deep voice. "If you really are students of the Slayers Academy, then don’t you know what will happen if you attack the security forces without reason?"
Luo Bingqing’s expression didn’t change in the slightest as he replied flatly, "You don’t have to worry about that."
As he spoke, he glanced at Elyara, who already had a golden arrow gleaming on her bowstring.
"You’re not going to attack?" He asked in a curious tone.
"Only if he needs help," Elyara replied, narrowing her eyes as she kept her gaze fixed on Harin.
She noticed that although all the wind blades had finally dissipated, they hadn’t managed to shatter the black armor surrounding Harin. Yet, when she looked at Azrael, his expression remained as calm and indifferent as ever.
Just as the last of the wind blades vanished, Harin’s body flickered with darkness once again and he disappeared.
"Elyara," Azrael said calmly.
Without hesitation, Elyara released the golden arrow she had been holding upwards.
The arrow exploded in midair, releasing a radiant burst of golden light that illuminated the underground chamber as if a second sun had appeared.
Activating True Focus, Azrael’s perception accelerated, and time seemed to slow around him. His eyes swept across the chamber, and he immediately spotted a faint figure attempting to escape toward the stairs leading out. Fresh chapters posted on Nove1Fire.net
Azrael sneered when he saw this and with a single flap of the Wings of Wind, he appeared behind Harin once more.
"Now you don’t have much cosmic energy left, do you?" He said indifferently, bringing down Fallen Star in a deadly arc.
A wave of impending doom swept through Harin’s body, and at that instant, a bracelet on his wrist shattered on its own, forming a shimmering barrier of light that enveloped him.
Azrael only snorted in response and just before the blade struck the barrier, he uttered coldly.