Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

Before he finished speaking, Cass's figure vanished from sight in an instant.

There was no afterimage, no sound of wind, and no fluctuation of energy.

Like a drop of water merging into the ocean, like a snowflake falling into the night.

Silently.

He clearly intends to make a move.

This time, Victor did not stop him.

He stood still, staring coldly at Lin Gui.

The energy gathered on the dagger was even more intense than before, and a dark gray light flowed along the blade, like a dark flame compressed to its limit.

His voice was forced out through clenched teeth, low and cold.

"That guy... is he still alive?"

Lin Gui looked at him, a slight smile playing on his lips.

His eyes changed.

A faint gray halo appeared in his pupils.

Like a thin mist soaked in moonlight, it is deep and cold, able to penetrate the darkness and see through the hidden.

The Eye of the Underworld.

In the corner of my peripheral vision, at the edge of that dark forest.

Cass was crouching in the shade of a dead tree.

The dagger was held in the right hand, the blade pointing downwards. The energy in the blade constantly condensed and contracted, like a heart compressed to its limit.

Each throbbing motion accumulates an even more terrifying power.

He is waiting.

Waiting for the perfect moment.

Lin Gui withdrew his gaze, looked at Victor, and his smile deepened.

"Of course, he's still alive."

His tone was nonchalant, as if he were talking about something insignificant.

"Live well."

"In Avalon, he got everything he wanted."

Victor's eyelid twitched.

Lin Gui continued speaking, his voice neither hurried nor slow.

"He eats well, dresses well, and goes fishing whenever he has free time."

"Life is much more comfortable than it was in the Assassin's Court."

Victor tapped his finger on the hilt of the dagger.

Lin Gui saw it.

His eyes swept behind him out of the corner of his eye.

Morgan's magic is coming to an end.

The legendary magic ring, imbued with terrifying power, slowly took shape in a place unseen by everyone.

He looked away, smiled, and continued speaking.

"Did you know that his house is located near the mountain, and every day when he opens his window, he can see the beautiful view of the sunrise over the misty mountains?"

He said those were the most peaceful days of his life.

"He found the peace he was looking for there."

That's enough.

Victor's voice interrupted him.

His expression was terrifyingly gloomy, his gaze fixed on Lin Gui's face like a nail. He remained silent for a few moments before slowly speaking.

"Cass".

His voice wasn't loud, but every word carried a cold, unquestionable decisiveness.

"Kill Morgan first."

"Spare this kid's life."

His gaze swept across Lin Gui's face like a knife.

"Have him lead us to the sinners of the Assassins' Court."

"The traitor who led us to this point."

After he finished speaking, Victor's body was enveloped in shadow, like a thin mist covering his entire body.

His figure gradually blurred, then became transparent, and finally disappeared completely into the darkness.

There were no footsteps, no breathing, no trace of existence.

Only the mournful sound of the night wind whistling through the withered trees remained.

A deathly silence fell over the room.

Lin Gui stood still, holding the oak staff in his left hand and hanging at his side with his right, his gray eyes calmly gazing into the darkness ahead.

He didn't move.

He didn't look back, didn't turn around, and didn't even blink.

Behind him, the light on Morgan's staff had become so faint as to be almost invisible.

His face was pale, and beads of sweat slid down his nose and dripped onto his robe.

His lips moved slightly, and the silent chanting continued in the darkness.

He sensed it.

The legendary magic ring has taken shape.

He opened his eyes, his blood-red pupils looking at Lin Gui's back, his voice hoarse and low.

"Ready."

On Lin Gui's back, the drifting dust once again solidified into words.

Using myself as the coordinate.

Aim the magic ring at my front.

Morgan's fingers tightened around the Windtalker's Scepter.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and extended his senses to the legendary magic ring.

In a corner unseen by him, the legendary magic ring, imbued with a mad and dangerous power, moved slowly and silently.

Inch by inch.

Heading towards Lin Gui's front.

Heading in the direction where Cass and Victor disappeared.

Just then...

A gust of wind blew by.

It wasn't the natural wind; it was the sound of a blade tearing through the air.

Sharp, piercing, like a needle pricking the eardrum.

Morgan felt the little magic he had left in his body vanish in an instant.

Like a flood bursting its banks, it surged wildly into the body of the black-haired youth before them.

He suddenly opened his eyes.

Lin Gui made a move.

He suddenly swung his staff to the left.

That direction, where there was no one in sight and no murderous intent.

A rapidly approaching blue light was reflected in his gray eyes.

It's not blue light.

It was the gleam of a dagger.

Under the moonlight, the dagger, wreathed in powerful energy, gleamed with a cold, deathly blue light.

"laugh------"

A sharp sound rang out.

It's like countless layers of glass being pierced simultaneously—sharp, dense, with a texture that makes your teeth ache and your scalp tingle.

The sound pierced the silent wilderness and echoed through the night sky.

Cass's figure emerged from the void.

He appeared to the left of Lin Ghost and Morgan, at an alarmingly close distance.

The menacing dagger was only a finger's width away from Morgan.

However, it remained stuck there.

Morgan saw it; he saw the magic revealed by the breaking of the concealment.

Between the dagger and Morgan, several pieces, seemingly detached from the shield, were spinning on the shield's scales.

On Cass's arm, nearly a hundred layers of shield scales were pierced.

The gaping hole trapped Cass's stabbing arm.

The tip of the dagger was only centimeters from Morgan's throat, but Cass's arm could no longer move forward even an inch.

Because the pierced scales had trapped his arm tightly.

It can't be pushed forward, and it can't be pulled back.

Cass's pupils contracted sharply.

He looked down at the scales.

Pale gold, translucent, triangular shields resembling dragon scales were densely arranged in front of Lin Gui, each one precisely positioned between the joints and muscles of his arm.

It was like a shackle tailor-made for him.

His energy surged wildly, trying to break free from the restraints of the scales.

But the scales remained completely still.

They were embedded firmly between his flesh and bones, as if they were growing on his arm.

Cass stared in horror at the scene before him.