"What do you think would happen if we attacked the Raging Dragon Gang right now!" Golden Bull said, gesturing toward the two sides locked in battle on the field, analyzing: "The current situation is that the Crimson Moon masters are locked in combat with each other, and the Senior Rangers are also evenly matched."

"Both sides are equal in strength!" Golden Coin stated: "If we strike now with a surprise attack, the Raging Dragon Gang will undoubtedly lose."

"Mm!" Golden Bull nodded.

I strongly agreed with Golden Coin's analysis.

"So, I must make a move this time, but I need to choose the right moment. It would be best if I could kill Red Drake on the spot—that would be ideal!" Golden Bull ground his teeth, instinctively looking toward me, as I was the only one in the squad qualified to fight Red Drake: "If Red Drake dies, the Raging Dragon Gang will certainly fall into chaos."

"Okay!" I nodded slightly.

It only took a moment for us to finalize the plan of action. It could be said that Golden Bull and Golden Coin's analysis was very sound. Once Red Drake was dead, the Raging Dragon Gang would surely descend into disarray. Moreover, this wasn't impossible to achieve. The Crimson Moon masters on the field were fighting to a standstill, seemingly locked in a strange state of balance. Both Red Drake and Yan Luo were giving it their all, completely unable to divert their attention. And I was hiding in the shadows. If I found the right opportunity to strike suddenly, Red Drake genuinely might be injured by me.

Although launching a sneak attack was somewhat despicable, at this crucial juncture of life-or-death combat, who still cared about such things. I quietly moved toward a blind spot where the light couldn't reach, while Golden Bull and the others focused intently, because as I launched the surprise attack, they too would strike, targeting the combat triangle formation composed of the Raging Dragon Gang's Senior Rangers.

No matter what, we absolutely had to eliminate the Raging Dragon Gang pursuers this time, or we would never have peace.

On the field, figures moved, and the scene was a chaotic melee. Red Drake and Yan Luo, those old rivals, were locked in an intense, hard-to-separate battle. One was agile in movement, swift and unpredictable, his specialty being long-range magic attacks. The Crimson Moon Mage often flashed like a bolt of lightning, and that dark figure would vanish meters away, ghost-like.

The other was a melee-focused Crimson Moon Warrior, yet he also possessed a startling movement speed faster than lightning. Often, the moment Yan Luo paused slightly, he would close the distance into close combat. For a Warrior, fifteen meters was already a very advantageous distance for an engagement. That was the effective range for the Assassination Sword Qi, and the activation of the Assassination Sword Qi was incredibly swift, possessing a terrifying instant-cast nature, making it utterly impossible to guard against.

These two were still one chasing and one fleeing, yet both struck with fierce intent.

Bang! Whoosh! Another bolt of lightning, laced with astonishing electrical magic energy, roared toward them.

Roar! Golden light erupted across Red Drake's body as he slightly shifted sideways, letting it pass. But the three rapidly spinning fireballs hidden behind the lightning bolt swooped in silently, carving three bizarre arcs like three flaming returning blades.

Roar! The Staff of Judgment swung out in a semicircle, instantly scattering the two large fireballs heading for his chest. However, the large fireball that flanked him slammed heavily into Red Drake's right shoulder.

Thud! With a muffled sound, even though Red Drake activated his protective battle aura, he was still thrown off balance by the powerful impact of the fireball. Red Drake instinctively flew backward in mid-air.

"Ah! Good opportunity!" Seeing Red Drake flying backward in mid-air, descending toward my position, I suppressed the overwhelming joy in my heart. Having held back for a long time, I suddenly pushed off with both legs, my entire body springing out like a spring compressed to its limit, shooting toward the descending Red Drake at an astonishing speed.

The opportunity was singular; no matter what, Red Drake had to die. This person was simply too terrifying. My right hand gripped my sword, thrusting straight toward the back of Red Drake's neck—the only spot not covered by the God of War Armor and capable of a fatal strike. In that moment, I felt like a bolt of lightning.

Ding! A faint sound of air being cut suddenly reached my ears from behind. If Red Drake hadn't been at his absolute peak of alertness, he wouldn't have detected that faint sound and the chilling killing intent that plunged me into an icy abyss.

"Ah! So fast!" Almost the instant he sensed the sound, his body reacted instinctively. The Staff of Judgment swung backward like lightning, whipping up a thick semicircular sword qi. Simultaneously, he activated his protective battle aura!

Bang! Whoosh! The semicircle was only halfway through its swing when it could no longer sweep downward.

Thrust! A sharp sting shot through Red Drake. It felt as if something had pierced his upper neck. A slender, strange object was prominently sticking out, having punctured his throat, extending quite a way—dark, thin, like a sharp little iron rod. But before Red Drake could react, another sharp pain shot through, as if his throat had been crushed. That slender black rod was violently retracted from his throat.

Red Drake struggled to turn his head back, only to meet a pair of pitch-black eyes! Simultaneously, he saw a blue figure gracefully retreating, and the direction that figure floated toward was none other than Red Kun!

"Good! Such fast swordsmanship!" A feeling of hollowness and weakness instantly enveloped Red Drake's entire body.

"Excellent, I succeeded!" As I drew my sword and flew back, I knew I had succeeded. But I didn't stop my movement; instead, I followed the trajectory of his fall and charged toward the young Mage. I knew he must be the second most important figure after Red Drake, equally a formidable and terrifying opponent. Killing him would truly resolve this crisis.

"Red Kun, run!" Red Drake instantly understood the intention of this sudden, mysterious assassin. No matter what, Red Kun could not die. This was Red Drake's last clinging thought, so he roared with all his might. But a tearing sensation immediately swept through his throat, and his vision went black as he heavily crashed onto the ground.

Who was that! All that remained in Red Drake's fading consciousness were those cold, pitch-black eyes and that blue figure, swift as lightning.

"Ah! Red Drake!" The young Mage, Red Kun, could hardly believe what he was witnessing. Red Drake had fallen just like that.

But even as Red Kun cried out in shock, that blue figure shot toward him like a blue lightning bolt, moving at an astonishing speed.

"Damn it! Danger!" Hearing Red Drake's dying shout, Red Kun knew the blue figure's target was him. Red Kun pushed his Magic Shield to its maximum state, lightly tapped his feet, and retreated at incredible speed while simultaneously sending a bolt of lightning shooting toward the blue figure.

Whoosh! Just as the lightning bolt was about to strike the blue figure, the figure suddenly tilted and soared upward. The lightning bolt flew past almost grazing his heel, yet the figure maintained his speed. A dark streak of light shot out, instantly colliding with Red Kun's golden Magic Shield.

Ding!

Bang! Red Kun's body was thrown backward, leaving a thin line of blood trailing behind.

............This sudden reversal stunned Yan Luo. Not just Yan Luo, but everyone on the field looked on in utter horror.

Red Drake dead!

Red Kun injured!

Upon landing, Red Kun didn't hesitate. His form exploded upward.

"Roar!" Red Kun roared, clutching his profusely bleeding chest, and without looking back, he retreated sideways toward one side of the passage.

This Red Kun was worthy of being a Crimson Moon master; his reaction speed was unbelievably fast. He actually used the force of my sword strike to accelerate his retreat. It was a near miss; he could have pierced his heart. However, I trusted that Jin Bo and Golden Bull, who were positioned there, wouldn't let him pass easily. Although their original plan was to attack the triangle formation of Senior Rangers, given the current circumstances, as long as they could cause Red Kun to pause even slightly, they could create a perfect killing opportunity for me. Golden Bull had that much analytical ability.

Indeed!

Whoosh! A bolt of lightning instantly blocked Red Kun's path, and at the same time, a green figure appeared, along with a heavy battle-axe swinging down overhead. I, meanwhile, continued to charge toward Red Kun's rear at an astonishing speed.

"Roar!" Red Kun roared, relying on his powerful Magic Shield, and charged forward. This was an ambush. The moment that blue figure appeared, the moment Red Drake fell, Red Kun knew the Raging Dragon Gang had lost this one. If not for Red Drake's desperate dying shout, he himself would certainly have died at the hands of that blue figure. But even so, his right chest had been pierced. If he hadn't reacted with lightning speed and desperately shifted his body sideways while retreating, his heart would have been the target.

No matter what, he couldn't let that blue figure catch up, or he would surely die. At this moment, only one word occupied Red Kun's mind: Flee!

Bang! Jin Bo's terrifying lightning bolt and Golden Bull's heavy downward chop fiercely struck Red Kun's golden Magic Shield.

Bang! Bang! But the powerful Magic Shield fiercely repelled them. And Red Kun! His speed remained unchanged; he directly crashed through Golden Bull, forcefully creating a distance of more than ten meters.

Damn it, this guy is truly a grandmaster-level expert at escaping. He didn't even bother to look back before fleeing so far. I had no choice but to give up the chase. It seemed killing Red Drake was my limit. Truly killing both masters, Red Drake and Red Kun, was proving difficult!

"Hmm! Hah!" Only now did Red Kun turn around! Staring at me and Golden Bull's group.

And the two warring sides on the field had temporarily ceased fighting due to Red Drake's sudden death and the appearance of our group.

Clearly! The pursuing Raging Dragon Gang could no longer gain any advantage. Moreover, Red Drake's death was a massive blow to them. It was evident they no longer intended to continue fighting.

"Go tell Red Dragon! I will settle this score with him sooner or later!" Yan Luo still maintained that ice-cold expression.

"Hmph! I fear your Divine Moon Palace won't even have the courage to set foot in Earth City!" Red Kun sneered dismissively.

"In three months, the main forces of the Divine Moon Palace will surely arrive!" Yan Luo said calmly. There was no sign of any frustration on her whatsoever. This woman was entirely like a block of ice; just looking at her gave one a chilling feeling.

"Good, we'll be waiting!" Red Kun ground his teeth, then subconsciously looked toward me, as if trying to etch my appearance into his memory.

In the blink of an eye, the Raging Dragon Gang members had completely withdrawn, and they had taken Red Drake's corpse with them.

"How did you all end up here!" Alliance Leader Lan rushed up to Golden Bull and the others, his expression filled with immense joy, as our appearance had directly saved them from crisis.

"This... it's a long story!" Golden Bull said with emotion.

"We can talk when we leave this place!" A female warrior beside Yan Luo urged.

Indeed, now was not the time for chatting. After all, we hadn't truly escaped danger yet. Thus, the reorganized squad increased in number to seventy people. Among them, there were only eight Crimson Moon masters, including myself: Yan Luo, myself, Alliance Leader Lan, along with three others dressed like Divine Moon Palace members and two dressed from other guilds.

It seemed this operation, while not ending in complete annihilation, was close to it.

The remaining Senior Rangers wore various colors, likely survivors from different guilds.

Perhaps because I had killed Red Drake, I could feel almost everyone paying attention to me. Especially the several Crimson Moon Warriors. This made me feel a small sense of secret satisfaction, but because I was wearing the Daoist Helmet, others couldn't see the smug look on my face.

The group of over seventy people swiftly moved deeper into the cave.

Through hurried conversation as we traveled, we finally understood why Yan Luo and her group were in the tunnel.

It turned out that after the initial ambush, only a small number of Divine Moon Palace and Great Alliance Crimson Moon masters, fewer than a dozen, along with over a hundred Senior Rangers, had escaped. However, they were relentlessly pursued by the Raging Dragon Gang, losing more people along the way.

But this pursuit also allowed them to shake off the majority of the Raging Dragon Gang's pursuit forces. To find the remaining Great Alliance and Divine Moon Palace masters, the Raging Dragon Gang had split into several search teams, continuing to track Yan Luo and the others who were fleeing.

After a brief period of rest, Yan Luo and her group conceived a strategy similar to mine: to find the tunnels dug by the Centipede Cave and locate an exit to the outside world through them. However, the entrance to the tunnel they found was not the same one we had found earlier. Yan Luo had accurately pinpointed the tunnel's location by sensing intense subterranean fluctuations using her special magical perception ability.

Surprisingly, Yan Luo's deduction was strikingly identical to mine: find the water source within the tunnel, and then use the water source to determine the location of the exit.

When Golden Bull stated that our plan was the same, and revealed that the person who thought of this method was me, everyone turned their curious gazes back toward me.

And their eyes constantly flickered between me and Yan Luo. It was hard to imagine that my thoughts could be so astonishingly similar to hers. Yan Luo also stared at me with a strange look, and no one knew what she was thinking.

As for Red Drake's appearance, it was entirely an accident. No one expected that Red Drake had also thought of this and entered the tunnel to continue pursuing them. As a result, they finally caught up in the location of the recent battle, leading to the fierce fighting until the sudden appearance of Jin Bull, Golden Coin, and myself broke the stalemate.

Thinking of this, I felt even more elated.

What were Yan Luo and Red Drake? They were publicly recognized as top-tier geniuses. For my idea to coincide with theirs meant what?

It meant I was also a genius-level figure! Although I was clear about my own capabilities, I enjoyed this feeling of being looked up to and admired.

Invisibly, I had become a transcendent figure on the same level as Yan Luo. The way others looked at me became much more respectful, especially Jin Bo and that female Warrior.

However, what frustrated me was that Yan Luo hadn't even made a gesture to greet me. When she looked at me, it was often just a quick glance, as if she held little interest in me. But my sensitive sixth sense told me that she was monitoring my every move almost constantly.

This left me somewhat bewildered. After much thought, the conclusion I drew was that this woman was deliberately playing hard to get with me. She was intentionally sidelining me. But I didn't care; I maintained my calm and ordinary demeanor, and subconsciously shifted my focus from her to the female Warrior.

To be honest, I had been in this world for nearly two years, and this was the first time I had seen a Crimson Moon level female Warrior up close. Compared to ordinary women, their muscles were more developed, and their skin tone was darker and yellower—likely due to their profession. Compared to women of other classes, the female Warrior's body curves possessed a soul-stirring dynamism and power. Even though she was wearing thick God of War Armor, I could still tell this woman undoubtedly had the best figure in the squad. At least her breasts must be the largest, I thought lewdly. Her long, toned legs and small waist that could be grasped in one hand also gave me the urge to drool. It was a pity that she was wearing a black Iron Helmet, which prevented me from seeing her face. I felt a sense of gain and loss, fearing that beneath the black iron helmet lay a face like a monster—that would truly be depressing.