In the Danaila World, there were tens of thousands of different races, and humans were just one of them, belonging to the second tier, which did not count as a top race in the world.
The Lightning Race also belonged to the second tier and was a race born with an affinity for Lightning-type particles and with the pattern of thunder on their bodies.
The territories of the two races bordered each other in the southwest of the Chanay Continent, and there were direct conflicts of interest. They had previously erupted into war, and to this day, the conflicts continued, with assassinations of each other’s geniuses being commonplace.
Originally, when Ivan announced the Black Magic Wind Fire Array, Vice President Ungar reminded him to be careful of assassinations from the Alien Race.
Your next journey awaits at My Virtual Library Empire
Ivan had always been mindful of this matter, but unexpectedly, after such a long time, the assassination attempt finally appeared, and it was set to intercept him on his essential route, which could be said to be a painstaking effort.
“Crash, Crash—-“
Along both sides of the mountain walls in the Slit of Sky, a squad of the Lightning Race revealed their figures. They were tall with deep blue skin, wings on their backs, and a unique horn on their heads. The horn had different branches, and their aura was distinctly different than that of humans.
Guided by them, a massive amount of Thunder Power broke through the seal of the Slit of Sky, pouring in with a potential to overturn the heavens.
Once all of the thunder above came crashing down, this section of the Slit of Sky was likely to be submerged, turning it into the Lightning Race’s home court.
“Swamp ant, you take Sorcerer Ivan and leave first, I’ll meet with the Lightning Race’s assassins.”
Looking at the enormous movement above, Jannie frowned and prepared to face the thunder head-on.
“Wait, let’s go meet them together, Jannie, you lead the charge,” Ivan called out to her somewhat speechlessly, announcing his own decision and signaling the swamp ant to attack the side with more people. He also gave a signal to Locke, indicating there was no need for him to merge with the group.
Compared to the last time he passed by Lightning Cliff, his strength had undergone an earth-shattering change.
Moreover, with Jannie and Locke, he naturally did not fear the petty ambush, even if it had been long-plotted by the Alien Race.
“Alright.”
Seeing that Ivan had made up his mind, Jannie said no more.
She casually opened an energy shield in the style of a bracelet; the energy shield had a dark hue, covered with a thick layer of white light. It was indeed the Ant King Sky Shield.
After being improved by Ivan several times, especially since he mastered the Space Silk, the Ant King Sky Shield could be said to have transformed dramatically.
She held the shield in one hand and a spear transformed from a root tendril in the other, suddenly accelerating and bursting forward, her figure resembling a valiant female war deity.
Under the augmentation of Earth Gravity, Jannie’s speed was shockingly fast.
The Lightning Race assassination squad was undoubtedly startled. The leader, Robert, had a drastic change in expression. He knew this woman was a newcomer who had appeared beside their target, reportedly the target’s clan sister, with ominous strength.
Now it seemed that she was very likely a guard sent by the human high echelons to protect the target’s safety.
“The intelligence is wrong, stop her!”
However, now was not the time for other considerations; they must stop her from getting closer.
Hearing his command, the assassins could only divide their attention, manipulating a series of slender thunder strikes to descend first, targeting Jannie with their bolts.
Jannie didn’t pay too much attention; she merely allowed the Ant King Sky Shield to float up to her side, nimbly blocking the onslaught of thunder.
The Ant King Sky Shield did not disappoint her. As the thunder crashed down, some of its power was absorbed by the shield, and the majority of it flowed outward along the white light, dispersing.
Thunder struck one after another, but the Ant King Sky Shield remained unshaken.
“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.”
Once closer, Jannie casually flicked her wrist, and five root tendrils shaped like vines shot out from her palm, their sharp points aimed directly at the Lightning Race in front.
“Be careful.” Noticing their extraordinary force, Robert and the others from the Lightning Race did not dare to be careless.
Soon, they realized they had still underestimated the hardness of the Pan Iron Root, especially under Jannie’s control. In an instant, one of the Lightning Race was pierced through, with parts of his body tragically shattered.
“First, kill the target!”
The enemy up close was troublesome, but fortunately, the target was also not far away; Robert, disregarding the casualties of his companions, focused his killing intent on the target.
Thinking of me as a soft persimmon to squeeze?
Ivan, relying on the speed of the swamp ant, was actually not far behind Janey. Seeing someone bypass Janey to kill him, he remained composed.
His attack had long been ready. White threads emerged and floated around him; spotting members of the lightning tribe coming from the side, several white threads intercepted them layer by layer.
“Kill!”
Against the white threads that intercepted him, Lawson of the lightning tribe was cautious but didn’t take them too seriously, simply hacking at them with his lightning spear, trying to cut them apart.
A crisp sound rang out, the lightning spear broke, its cut surface smooth as ice.
The white threads proceeded to cut through easily, slicing open the lightning tribe’s protective armor.
I’m done for!
Lawson’s pupils shrank violently, but it was too late to dodge.
The next second, he followed his own lightning spear’s fate, neatly cut into pieces by the white threads, dead on the spot.
To the very end, Lawson never knew that these were not ordinary white threads but fine strands refined from the power of spatial cutting.
The “Pure White Star” only recorded one spell—Spatial Cutting. The first form of spatial cutting is the Spatial Blade, followed by the more profound Space Silk, which is among the sharpest things in the world.
“Damn it! The intelligence on the target was also inaccurate.”
Seeing this scene, Robert’s face turned green.
But by this point, there was no other option; he transformed into a bolt of lightning and charged at Ivan.
Once within a certain range, Robert’s body suddenly sank, his speed noticeably reduced, and then he was struck down on the spot by the entangling white threads, unable to use any of his abilities.
“Swamp ant, good coordination.”
Ivan did not hesitate to give praise, noting that the enemy had clearly fallen for the swamp ant’s ‘Gravity Manipulation’.
Soon enough, with the cooperation of Janey and Ivan, under the onslaught of the Pan Iron Root and the Space Silk, members of the lightning tribe assassination squad on this side were all executed.
As for the lightning that poured in from above, with the continuous deaths, it had long lost control and drifted sparsely in the sky.
However, under the repulsion of the Slit of Sky, the lightning was rapidly diminishing.
“Let’s fight them.”
“For the glory of the lightning tribe.”
The enemy was ferocious, but the other side of the lightning tribe chose not to flee; their willingness to sacrifice for their tribe was touching.
However, Ivan and the others did not hold back, directly wiping them out.
Ivan, of course, would not be merciful to those who attempted to assassinate him. With different camps, no one was supposed to live or die; it all depended on strength. If you’re weaker, you deserve to die.
“Why bother, isn’t it better to keep a small life and live well?” Locke said somewhat sentimentally as he looked at the blood-stained corpses on the rocks.
“If the assassination failed, they might not survive even if they escaped; moreover, do you think with our speed, they had any chance of escaping smoothly?” said Janey indifferently.
Infiltrating the human territory to assassinate the prodigies of the human race was a mission fraught with a high chance of death; perhaps this team of the lightning tribe never intended to return alive.
“I was just saying, look how serious you are,” Locke said with an awkward smile.
Meanwhile, Ivan’s expression did not show much joy. This ambush somewhat felt lackluster, and he wondered if it was his own misconception.