Chapter 468: The cat-and-mouse game is over.

At this moment, Mo Hen's expression was no longer as relaxed as it was at the beginning.

He could sense that the Aura emanating from the tall man slowly walking from the end of the alley was equally terrifying.

SS-Rank.

This thought popped into Mo Hen's mind instantly.

Yet another SS-Rank.

Within the small Eternal Night Guild, there actually existed more than three SS-Rank Professionals.

Even though he was a member of the Dawnbreaker Guild and well-experienced, he still found it shocking.

This Eternal Night Guild truly harbored a huge secret.

No.

He couldn't be caught.

He must get this message out.

Mo Hen's gaze swept across the slightly twitching charred corpse on the ground, his eyes cold.

He could no longer care about Chu He.

Every man for himself.

The charred body on the ground seemed to sense his intention, letting out a weak and hoarse plea.

"Don't… don't leave me…"

However, Mo Hen paid him no more heed.

He raised his hand, his fingertips forcefully slicing through the air in front of him.

Rip——

A pitch-black spatial rift appeared out of thin air.

As long as he stepped inside, he could escape this place.

However, the moment Mo Hen raised his foot to step into the rift,

"Roar——!!!"

A battle roar that seemed to come from ancient deities and demons exploded without warning deep within his mind!

That was not a sound.

Rather, it was an extremely overbearing will that forcefully tore open his mental defense line, branding an absolute command deep within his Soul.

Mo Hen's body stiffened abruptly, and his foot stepping toward the rift stopped in mid-air.

His slender phoenix eyes were instantly swallowed by a mad crimson.

Reason, calculations, and thoughts of escape were completely shattered at this moment.

In his world, only one target remained.

It was that man not far away who held a giant shield and was as unshakable as a mountain.

"Kill him!"

"Kill this damned bastard!"

A beastly roar unlike that of a human came from Mo Hen's throat, and his eye sockets instantly turned red, as if he had seen an irreconcilable enemy who killed his father.

He turned around and rushed frantically toward Xiang Yu's direction!

Even the half-dead charred corpse on the ground was affected by this battle roar.

Chu He's body wriggled violently, his charred fingers scraping against the ground, desperately crawling toward the direction where Xiang Yu was located.

Issuing meaningless, hatred-filled "heh heh" sounds from his mouth.

"Die!"

Mo Hen's figure disappeared on the spot, and the next instant he appeared beside Xiang Yu.

His five fingers joined together into a blade, and pitch-black dark light lit up at his fingertips, fiercely slashing down toward Xiang Yu's neck!

Spatial Rift Slash!

Facing this fatal blow that could easily cut through alloy armor, Xiang Yu didn't even turn his head.

He just casually raised his left arm.

"Clang——!"

A harsh clashing of metal.

That pitch-black rift slash was actually blocked raw by Xiang Yu with his forearm.

Sparks flew in all directions.

On Xiang Yu's arm, not even a white mark was left.

A trace of tyrannical madness flashed in Mo Hen's eyes.

Failing to hit with one strike, his figure disappeared again and appeared behind Xiang Yu, his hands turning into afterimages as dozens of spatial rift slashes like a violent storm frantically slashed toward Xiang Yu's back, neck, knees, and all other vital points!

"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The crisp sounds, dense like a blacksmith's shop, echoed wildly in the alley.

Xiang Yu just stood there quietly, motionless.

He let those attacks, which were enough to tear space apart, land on his body.

He was like a statue cast from divine gold, indestructible.

"Impossible!"

Mo Hen looked like a madman, his attacks growing faster and more ruthless.

He poured out the remaining mana in his body without reservation.

"Spatial Distortion!"

He let out a piercing scream and brought his hands together sharply.

The space around Xiang Yu began to distort and fold violently in a bizarre manner, as if trying to squeeze his entire person into a mass of minced meat.

However, Xiang Yu only lowered his waist slightly.

"Hum——"

An Aura as heavy and solid as a mountain erupted from him.

That distorted space was actually forcefully held up by him using pure physical strength!

No matter how the surrounding space folded or squeezed, he remained steadfast and unmoving.

Mo Hen was completely dumbfounded.

This man's armor was frighteningly high.

It was simply higher than the armor of a Hell-level BOSS!

He even doubted whether he could break through the opponent's defense even if he drained all his mana.

The moment his mind was in a trance,

Xiang Yu moved.

He slowly turned around, his eyes as calm as an ancient well looking directly at Mo Hen for the first time.

Then, he raised the giant shield in his hand.

There were no flashy skills, no dazzling light effects.

Just simply pushing forward.

The movement was very slow.

Slow enough for Mo Hen to clearly see every archaic pattern on the shield.

Yet he couldn't dodge.

An invisible Aura had already locked him down tightly.

That shield seemed to have transformed into an entire moving mountain, carrying the heaviness and overbearingness to crush everything, pressing down toward him slowly.

In Mo Hen's eyes, fear appeared for the first time.

He wanted to escape, but his body wouldn't obey, still crazily wanting to rush up and attack.

"No… don't…"

He could only watch helplessly as the black giant shield continuously enlarged in his pupils.

Boom——!!!

A dull, extremely muffled loud noise.

Mo Hen's body instantly flew backward like a sandbag hit head-on by a battering ram.

The moment his sternum came into contact with the shield, it shattered inch by inch.

His entire body drew a parabola in mid-air, crashing heavily against the wall of a building dozens of meters away, then bouncing back to crash onto the ground like a pile of mud.

Mo Hen violently spat out a large mouthful of blood mixed with internal organ fragments.

That crazy killing consciousness that filled his mind and made him desperately want to rush up and tear the opponent apart receded like a tide amidst this excruciating pain.

"Such an overbearing forced-aggro skill…"

He struggled, using his still-intact arm to prop up the puddle-filled ground, trying to stand up from this ruin.

Every movement brought a bone-scattering pain all over his body.

Leaning barely against a broken wall, he then noticed the roof not far away.

A man wearing a black trench coat was standing quietly there.

In the man's hand was an archaic longbow.

The bowstring was already pulled to the limit, like a full moon.

Above the bowstring, an arrow completely composed of starlight was emitting a heart-palpitating cold glint.

That speck of starlight was like the brightest star in the night sky, and also like the Grim Reaper's cold eyes.

Mo Hen's body froze instantly.

He was locked on.

A tremor originating from the depths of his Soul made him not dare to move even a single finger.

He had no doubt that if he made any rash move, that starlight arrow would instantly pierce through his skull.

Right at this moment,

In the shadows at the other end of the alley, a figure slowly emerged.

Silver long hair fluttered in the night wind.

However, this was not the end yet.

"Rumble!"

A clap of thunder exploded overhead.

Golden lightning tore through the night curtain, carrying an unconstrained figure as it descended from the sky!

"Bang!"

That person landed heavily not far in front of Mo Hen, the ground beneath his feet cracking inch by inch.

He held a blade with one hand, and electric arcs crackled with "zi la" sounds on the blade, completely evaporating the surrounding rainwater.

A head of messy long hair, a face carrying a bit of vicissitudes and unconstraint.

It was that Yasuo!

At this moment, the three directions of the alley were completely sealed off by three figures.

Four SS-Ranks.

In Mo Hen's mind, only these four words remained, buzzing loudly.

Moria looked down at him from above, a faint smile actually appearing on that melancholy face.

"Ran away quite happily?"

"The cat-and-mouse game is over."