Invincibility starts when I see the BOSS health bar.

Chapter 984 Ambush
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The Seventh Prince, Hei Tianxia, ​​remained standing as still as ever.

The onslaught of wind whipped a few strands of his dark hair across his forehead and made his black robes flutter wildly, yet his gaze remained completely unwavering. Faced with this terrifying blow that could have crushed a city gate, not even a fingertip trembled.

Just a split second before the flesh-filled war chariot, carrying immense force, was about to crush his body—

His slightly lowered eyes lifted slightly.

His eyes held no sorrow, no joy, no surprise, no anger, only a bottomless, chilling coldness.

He parted his lips slightly, uttering a clear and cold word:

"Binding."

Om-! !

The truth was not merely spoken in one's ears, but rather like the tolling of an invisible giant bell, its resounding and clear sound directly vibrating deep within the souls of everyone present!
Those with slightly weaker strength felt their minds sway and their blood surge, almost losing their balance.

Shadow Monkey and his group, who had been holding back, were now even more shaken.

They dared not act rashly, partly out of fear of harming the prince, who might possess some extraordinary abilities.

On the other hand, wasn't it also a way of letting the seemingly reckless Pang Zhu test the waters first?
They all wanted to see just how extraordinary the abilities of this legendary seventh prince were.

And at this moment, they saw it.

Even though it may only be the tip of the iceberg, it is enough to make people shudder!

Bang! ! !
A muffled thud, not the sound of an impact, but the mournful cry of power being forcibly stifled and dissipated!
The enormous pig, rolling at breakneck speed and seemingly unstoppable, was suddenly gripped by an invisible giant hand, compressed and collapsed inward!
As the collapse occurred, a large amount of black mist suddenly erupted from the giant pig's body, spreading a chilling and bone-corroding aura.

"Wow--!"

The giant boar let out a miserable howl, its massive demonic body as if struck head-on by an invisible heavy hammer, its rolling motion coming to an abrupt halt!

He was abruptly interrupted from his cultivation state, blood gushing from his mouth as if it were free, his face turning deathly pale, his eyes filled with disbelief, horror, and fear.

He staggered back several steps, each step leaving a deep crater in the ground, before finally managing to stand up, his body trembling violently uncontrollably.

To think... to achieve this with just one word?!

An uncontrollable chill rose in the hearts of the twelve generals, instantly spreading throughout their limbs and bones.

This is completely beyond their understanding of "powerful"!

However, the Seventh Prince himself seemed somewhat surprised, surprised that his opponent was so weak.

However, he didn't care and continued to use his methods.

“I really don’t know,” Hei Tianxia said slowly, his voice calm and soothing, yet carrying an indifference that looked down on all living beings, clearly reaching everyone’s ears, “Where did you get the courage to scheme against me?”

He slowly raised his right hand.

Then, amidst the horrified gazes of the crowd, she gently...clenched her fist.

Whoosh! !

The black mist that had been lingering around the giant pig seemed to receive some kind of command, suddenly emitting a sharp whistling sound and frantically contracting and condensing inward!

The speed was beyond imagination, directly compressing into an incomparably deep black water sphere that seemed to be able to devour all light, trapping the giant pig firmly in the very center!
"Ughhhh?!!"

Caught off guard, Pang Zhu was trapped inside the water sphere.

His eyes widened in terror as he struggled desperately, his limbs flailing wildly, but it was as if he were sinking into an endless abyss, all his strength being absorbed and dissolved by the viscous, icy black water. Powerful water pressure surged from all directions, frantically squeezing his internal organs, making it impossible for him to breathe. His eyeballs bulged, and the veins on his face burst, turning a horrifying bluish-purple.

He turned his head with difficulty and extreme slowness, his gaze filled with despair as he looked at his former comrades. His mouth opened and closed with difficulty, but no sound came out; only the shape of his lips silently cried out and pleaded:
"Help me...save me!!"

The fear and pleading in their eyes were clearly imprinted on the eyes of everyone who witnessed the scene.

But all he received in response was the Seventh Prince's indifferent gaze and the fist that pressed down slightly.

Pfft!
A soft sound, like a pebble falling into a deep well.

The black water sphere that trapped the giant pig fell down without hindrance and sank into the solid ground, as if it were water rather than land.

All that remained was a pool of black water that rapidly seeped into the soil and continued to expand, exuding an ominous aura.

The giant pig, along with that terrifying water sphere, had completely disappeared.

His very presence was instantly and completely erased from this world, leaving no trace whatsoever.

A deathly silence enveloped the altar.

After an unknown amount of time, a dry, hoarse, trembling voice, filled with disbelief, struggled to break the deathly silence:

"Dead...dead?!"

The air seemed to solidify into a heavy block of lead, pressing down on everyone's heart.

Without exception, everyone present had their pupils suddenly contract, their eyes almost bursting out of their sockets, staring wide-eyed.

Unbelievable horror, like a cold, venomous snake, instantly coiled around their spines, bringing a chilling sensation.

Time seemed to have been paused by an invisible hand, leaving only heavy, suppressed breathing echoing in the deathly silence.

Even among this group of unruly, top-tier experts with demonic bloodlines, Pang Zhu was by no means weak.

His body was as strong as if it were cast from steel, his strength was as ferocious as that of a wild beast, and his defense was strong enough to withstand a siege hammer...

All of this was witnessed by the companions present, and some even experienced it firsthand.

Among the twelve generals, Pang Zhu's strength is firmly in the middle range, and in some extreme environments, his tyrannical explosive power is enough to threaten those in the upper range.

He is an indispensable heavy weapon in the organization, a mobile fortress that strikes fear into the hearts of the enemy.

However, this powerful figure, renowned for his defense and strength, was as fragile as a paper doll in front of the Seventh Prince.

There was no earth-shattering clash of forces, no fierce back-and-forth struggle.

Just one move.

The Seventh Prince's seemingly casual palm strike was effortless and devoid of any malice, as if he were merely brushing away a speck of dust from his sleeve.

But this seemingly light strike, carrying an indescribable and eerie power, precisely struck the giant boar's body, which was covered with a thick layer of keratin.

In that instant, they vaguely heard a dull cracking sound as they were submerged in the black water.

Pang Zhu's proud defense, its tough skin that could break ordinary swords, crumbled instantly under the Seventh Prince's methods.

It didn't even get to utter a proper roar before its life was extinguished, leaving only a trail of black liquid on the ground to tell the story. A swift kill! A complete, utter, and utterly decisive annihilation!

This strength...

This cannot be described simply by the word "powerful".

This is a terrifying existence that completely overturns their understanding of power!
A chilling shiver, originating from the depths of the soul, like an icy tide, instantly engulfed everyone present.

After a brief silence, an even more oppressive silence followed.

Several members of the Twelve Generals who were close to each other subconsciously exchanged glances.

His eyes were filled with surprise, horror, and a hint of barely concealed fear.

They saw the shock in each other's eyes, and they also saw the unspeakable, heavy pressure.

Without words, a shared question was conveyed in silence.

How can this be?

In this suffocating atmosphere, almost simultaneously, many people's gazes, with an almost instinctive sense of seeking reliance and guidance, turned in unison to a figure in the corner, which was none other than Shadow Monkey.

At this moment, the Shadow Monkey was wearing a large black cloak that seemed to absorb light, with most of its face hidden in the shadow of the hood, revealing only a chin with cold, hard lines.

He stood there quietly, his aura restrained, like a sculpture blending into the background, yet exuding an undeniable presence.

Within the organization, the Shadow Monkey holds an extremely special position.

He was not known for his absolute strength, but for his unpredictable movements, exquisite assassination skills, and a calm, almost ruthless mind.

His status was equal to that of the elusive "Floating Dragon".

Especially at this critical moment, with Fulong absent and the Venerable One not showing up at all.

The shadow monkey naturally became the de facto commander-in-chief of this "hunt".

He carries everyone's expectations and bears the greatest pressure.

The gazes of the crowd, like tangible needles, converged on the shadow monkey.

His gaze was filled with bewilderment after the shock, grief and indignation at the fall of Pang Zhu, and an uncontrollable panic in the face of the unfathomable strength of the Seventh Prince.

They needed an answer, a command, a solution to confront the terrifying being before them.

Under such immense, suffocating pressure, the shadow monkey's face, hidden in the shadows, seemed completely unmoved.

He merely raised his head slightly, and the shadow beneath his hood seemed to deepen.

Then, a cold, concise voice, devoid of any emotion, clearly pierced through the deathly silence and reached everyone's ears.

"Do it."

Two words.

Decisive and resolute.

Everyone felt a sudden chill run down their spines!
A chill ran from my tailbone straight up to the top of my head.

To make a move? Facing the Seventh Prince, who had just effortlessly and easily killed Pang Zhu? This was tantamount to a moth flying into a flame!

A hint of hesitation and an instinctive resistance began to grow in everyone's heart.

However, the long-term training, strict discipline, and trust in the shadow monkey's decisions ultimately overcame the momentary fear.

They are the Twelve Generals, the sharpest blades in the organization, hunters who walk in the darkness.

Retreat is never an option for them.

After a brief hesitation, a roar filled with the determination of someone who had given up all hope rang out first: "Attack together!"

This roar was like a spark thrown into a pot of oil, instantly igniting the last remaining fighting spirit and ferocity in everyone's hearts.

"That's right! The Seventh Prince is only human, not a god! With so many of us joining forces, what do we have to fear from him!"

Another burly man, whose arms were covered in rock-like scales, roared, his voice carrying a hint of self-consolation.

"kill--!"

The murderous roars converged into a violent sonic wave. The remaining members of the Twelve Generals, along with the "Lord Slaves" around them who were dressed in uniform black outfits, whose auras were slightly weaker but equally fearless, rushed towards the Seventh Prince, who stood proudly in the center, from all directions, like an enraged pack of wolves with bloodthirsty red light flashing in their eyes!
The one who launched the first attack was not one of their companions who were attacking head-on, but Shadow Monkey himself!

Just as everyone roared and charged forward, the shadow monkey's figure had already disappeared from the spot.

It wasn't a residual image left by high-speed movement, but rather it seemed to merge into the shadow itself, completely disappearing without a trace.

The next moment, a darker, purer shadow than the night appeared without warning just a few feet away from the Seventh Prince, moving faster than the limits of visual perception, as if it were a spatial leap!
The dark figure had no physical form, yet it carried a chilling killing intent, like the sharpest poisonous thorn, aimed straight at the Seventh Prince's vital back!

This attack was silent, ruthless, and vicious—the Shadow Monkey's signature move, Shadow Strike!
Faced with this sneak attack that could kill an ordinary expert instantly, the Seventh Prince didn't even turn his head.

His expression remained calm and undisturbed, as if he had only sensed a gentle breeze. He didn't even move an inch.

However, just as the deadly shadow was about to touch his body...

hum!
A thick, sticky black mist, seemingly formed from the filthiest ink, appeared out of nowhere behind the Seventh Prince! This mist was not a simple barrier; it churned and wriggled, emitting a nauseatingly sweet and pungent odor, instantly forming a seemingly fragile yet eerily strange shield.

laugh--!
The moment the shadowy figure made contact with the black water shield, there was no earth-shattering collision sound, only a faint corrosive sound like water droplets falling into boiling oil. Then, something chilling happened that sent chills down the spines of all who witnessed it!

The shadow spike, formed by the shadow monkey and powerful enough to pierce through fine steel, melted and disintegrated rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, just like a wax figure thrown into strong acid!
Numerous eerie black bubbles emerged from the surface of the shadowy figure, as if it were being eroded and destroyed from within by an invisible force.

In the blink of an eye, the sharp shadow stabbing made a muffled "bang" sound, like a punctured balloon, bursting open on the spot and turning into countless small, dull black fragments that scattered in all directions.

So fragile?

A barely perceptible hint of surprise flickered deep within the Seventh Prince's calm eyes.

This tentative attack before him was so easily defeated? It seemed to be quite different from the "appetizer" he had anticipated.

The moment that thought flashed through his mind, something unexpected happened!

Those seemingly corroded and shattered fragments of Shadowthorn did not completely disappear.

In the instant they exploded, they seemed to be given new life, their forms changing abruptly! Each fragment became sharp-edged, gleaming with a cold, eerie light, like miniature flying blades controlled by an invisible hand!

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!
A sharp, piercing sound tore through the air!

Hundreds of shadow fragments, like a swarm of enraged bees, were not hindered by the eerie black water shield. Instead, they passed through it as easily as if piercing through a thin veil! Their target was crystal clear: the Seventh Prince's face! His eyes! His throat! All his exposed vital points!

(End of this chapter)