Translator: Hellscythe_ Editor: Hellscythe_
At Cold Laughter's command, the other Red Names exploded into action.
Elementalists and Cursemancers started chanting; Rangers nocked their arrows; and Shield Warriors, Guardian Knights, and the other melee classes prepared to intercept any escape attempts.
"Black Flame, both our parties will open a path to our left. There's a forest in that direction, so it will be easy to lose them once we're inside," Virtuous Cloud hurriedly said as she raised her shield in preparation to take damage.
Seeing that Black Flame's party members had such high levels, it was very unlikely that they would be weak.
Although they were still outnumbered, 12-on-50 was still a lot better than 6-on-50. Not to mention, Black Flame's party was clearly stronger than her party. There was still a chance for them to break through the encirclement.
However, before Virtuous Cloud had finished speaking, Fire Dance had already taken action.
Using Shadow Steps, Fire Dance immediately appeared behind Cold Laughter. In an instant, her blood-red short sword slashed across the back of Cold Laughter's head.
Cold Laughter had no hope against Fire Dance's speed. Before he knew it, a damage of -1,106 points appeared above his head, his HP instantly falling by one-third.
When Cold Laughter saw the other Truefire Blade coming in for another attack, he was instantly afraid.
"Scram!" Cold Laughter urgently used Whirlwind Slash, slashing his greatsword horizontally towards Fire Dance.
Berserkers were known for their Strength. In addition, Whirlwind Slash greatly increased the might of an attack by utilizing momentum. Even if Fire Dance had a higher Strength, she couldn't defend against his attack.
_Dang!_
However, as if his greatsword had struck an immovable wall, the weapon stopped right beside Fire Dance, unable to advance. For a moment, Cold Laughter even felt his hands go numb.
"How...?" When Cold Laughter saw the blood-red short sword in Fire Dance's hand block his greatsword effortlessly, he could no longer hide his fear.
Was this an Assassin?
This question echoed through Cold Laughter's mind.
During Cold Laughter's brief moment of shock, Fire Dance twisted the Truefire Blade in her hand, disengaging from Cold Laughter's greatsword and forcing the Berserker to retreat by a few steps. Fire Dance then swung her other arm, sliding the other Truefire Blade smoothly into Cold Laughter's chest.
Although Berserkers focused on Strength, with the difference in equipment, Fire Dance's strength left Cold Laughter's in the dust, despite her Agility-focused class.
This was the cruel reality of God's Domain. Equipment spoke volumes.
Class advantage was meaningless in the face of powerful equipment.
Cold Laughter hurriedly tried to defend against Fire Dance's sword. However, the latter gave him no opportunity to do so.
Shadow Strike!
Suddenly, Fire Dance disappeared, her entire person passing through Cold Laughter and appearing behind the Berserker.
Although Cold Laughter tried to turn towards the Assassin, the damage of -3,426 points that appeared above his head had emptied his remaining HP. Immediately, Cold Laughter's vision began to gray.
