Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

On the other side...

Victor, sensing something was wrong, erupted instantly.

His figure burst forth from the void, dark gray energy enveloping the blade like a black lightning bolt.

Morgan, his original target, was bypassed, and the blade went straight for Lin Gui.

The power concentrated at the tip of the blade was terrifying; the air around the blade was distorted and groaning.

"die!"

Lin Gui waved his right hand.

Hundreds of extraordinary magical rings instantly appeared around him, their pale golden light shining in the night.

Within the ring, tiny, scale-like shields appeared out of thin air.

Suspended in the air, they were piled up in layers, like a wall made of pale golden scales.

Victor's dagger pierced through.

"Click—"

The scales shattered.

The dagger did not stop.

The second piece, the third piece, the fourth piece.

Each scale shattered under the dagger's blade, and each shattering consumed a trace of energy.

The cracking sound was as dense as a downpour hitting roof tiles.

The dagger was advancing, but its speed was decreasing.

It's not that he's slow, it's that he has too many scales.

If you pierce one piece, there are ten more to come. If you pierce ten pieces, there are a hundred more to come.

Each piece was draining his energy, each piece was weakening his assassination attempt.

His arm began to ache, and the dark gray light on the blade began to dim.

The scales went from "fragile to the touch" to "requiring force to pierce", and then to "the dagger pierced through, but the arm was stuck".

The dagger was only centimeters away from Lin Gui's throat.

But his arm was stuck tightly by the increasingly large tears in the scales.

It wasn't the scales that caught him; it was the pierced openings that locked his arm inside.

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

Victor's pupils contracted sharply.

He struggled for a moment, but didn't budge.

Morgan stared in horror at the scene before him.

A high-level mage simultaneously. In an instant.

He used extraordinary magic to block the full-force attacks of two legendary mid-level assassins and subdue them.

What kind of magic is this?

Cass struggled frantically, his energy surging wildly within him, but the golden scales remained firmly embedded between his flesh and bones.

Victor struggled, and the more he struggled, the tighter he was gripped.

The brief burst of power left them unable to sustain their momentum, leaving them firmly pinned down by these extraordinary shield spells.

More golden magic rings appeared out of thin air, growing from the scales like vines climbing a tree trunk, or like spider webs wrapping around prey.

The rings were interlocked, locking their bodies tightly.

Lin Gui manipulated the scales and rings, slowly pushing them forward with both hands.

Cass and Victor's bodies were enveloped in those golden rays.

He moved away from Lin Gui and Morgan, hovering in mid-air, and was moved to the center of the open space, directly in front of the legendary magic ring.

Lin Gui withdrew his hand.

The veil of dark night that had been concealing magical fluctuations in front of him slowly dissipated, like a curtain being drawn back.

It revealed its true form.

Morgan stared in disbelief at the legendary magic ring he had personally created.

It floats in mid-air, has a diameter of over three meters, and emits a dazzling golden light.

On the surface of the ring, the densely packed runes wriggled and rotated like living things.

The inner circle of the ring was compressed to its limit, forming a deep, unsettling dark cyan color.

The power contained within is enough to tear a legendary mid-level assassin to shreds.

Cass stared at the ring, and his breath stopped.

The dark blue light was reflected in his pupils, and the hairs on the back of his body stood on end.

He felt death.

The single-point burst power of legendary magic can never compare to the full-power burst of a legendary assassin.

But it's enough to deal with the assassin with the lowest defense among the legendary mid-tier heroes.

Lin Gui looked at the two assassins who were locked up by golden scales and rings, his gray eyes calm as still water.

"Mr. Morgan."

His voice wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the desolate wilderness.

"Let's see these two guests who have come from afar off on their way."

Morgan paused for a moment, then laughed.

That smile was ferocious, exhilarating, carrying a kind of unbridled joy that had been suppressed for too long and could finally be released.

"With pleasure, Lord Lin Gui."

He paused for a moment, a kind of almost pious light surging in his blood-red eyes.

"Please allow me to apologize for the previous criticisms."

"Promising to escape from that shelter was the best decision I ever made in my life."

After saying that, he closed his eyes.

The staff suddenly lit up with light.

The legendary magic ring that had been floating in the air began to spin.

It started slowly, then got faster and faster.

The runes on the surface of the ring writhe wildly, like countless snakes that have been awakened.

The deep dark blue color in the inner circle began to shrink and condense, transforming from a chaotic mass into a clear point of light.

The spot of light was very small, only about the size of a fist.

But the power contained within made everyone present feel threatened with death.

Cass and Victor's eyes widened, their pupils reflecting the point of light.

They wanted to escape, to struggle, to tear apart those damn scales and rings.

But they can't move.

Those extraordinary shield spells, like an invisible cage, locked them firmly in place.

Morgan opened his eyes.

He pointed his finger forward.

The light spot emanates from the ring.

There was no sound, no light, no vibration.

It shot into the ground beneath Cass and Victor without making a sound.

Then--

The earth exploded.

A beam of bluish-white light shot into the sky from the ground, carrying countless tiny grains of sand, like a giant dragon awakening from the earth.

The grains of sand spun rapidly within the beam of light, each one like a sharp blade, cutting through everything within the beam.

Cass and Victor's bodies were engulfed by the beam of light.

Their protective aura was as fragile as paper in front of the beam of light, and was torn apart instantly.

Armor shattered, flesh tore, and blood splattered.

The sand and gravel seeped into their wounds, shattered their bones, and ground their internal organs into a pulp.

The beam of light lasted for less than two breaths.

Then it disappeared.

A bottomless hole was left in the ground, its edges as smooth as a mirror, as if pierced by a giant sword.

Cass and Victor are dead.

Lin Gui was certain.

In the air before him, the two arms that were trapped by the small shield were slowly losing their luster.

The energy dissipated, the skin turned grayish-white, and the muscles relaxed, like two pieces of dried meat.

He looked up and saw that the thin threads of soul that should have connected Cass and Victor's bodies were breaking one by one, like spider silk blown away by the wind, gradually dissipating until they disappeared completely.

In addition to tracking souls, the Eye of the Underworld can also determine whether a person is alive or dead.

When the thread of the soul breaks, a person dies.

Cass and Victor are dead beyond dead.

Lin Gui breathed a long sigh of relief.

He raised his hand, releasing the shield magic from control.

The pale golden scales faded one by one, falling from mid-air like autumn leaves, dissipating into specks of light before hitting the ground.

The two severed arms fell to the ground with a dull thud.

And their weapons.

The two daggers were still held in his increasingly withered palm, gleaming with a dim, cold light in the moonlight.