Infinite Mask Game.

Chapter 333 Night Attack
That night, under a dark and windy sky, the night market outside the inn was brightly lit and decorated, with elegantly dressed tourists chatting and laughing.

Lin Ming left the medical officer's office and went to Wei Miao and the other person's guest room.

Although the Imperial Secretaries and the Imperial Observatory had provided him with a luxurious guard, he still felt safer by the side of these two ruthless leaders.

"If a battle breaks out, call us immediately if anything happens. Any enemy that dares to come must be from one of the Seven Sects. We can't keep an eye on you all the time," Gu Fuhui instructed him, while Wei Miao leaned against the window to enjoy the breeze.

Suddenly, Wei Miao let out a soft exclamation and swiftly retreated from the window to the door.

Her left thumb rested on the edge of the handguard of the night-cut garment at her waist, pushing it slightly upwards.

"Enemy attack!" Gu Fuhui reacted quickly, standing in front of Lin Ming.

The next moment, a terrifying shock came from outside the window, bursting into a brilliance in the dark night sky that was more dazzling than the streetlights.

Wood chips flew everywhere, and the roaring sound was mixed with the screams of the crowd.

The entire inn collapsed with a roar, and countless guests were trapped under the rubble by beams and pillars.

Screams and cries for help rose and fell in an instant.

Wei Miao and the other two stood unharmed amidst the ruins, their expressions cold and stern as they gazed ahead.

Across the street, a tall figure stood on the roof of a two-story building.

He was dressed in simple black night clothes, and wore a brass face mask, revealing only a pair of blue eyes that met their gaze.

He took a step back, turned around, and walked away.

Wei Miao gripped the hilt of the Night Judge's Blade with her other hand, glanced at him a few times, and said to Gu Fuhui, "Seven Sects... Supervisor Gu, shall we pursue them?"

Gu Fuhui didn't say anything, lightly tapped his feet, and his figure shot out like an arrow.

The mysterious man was just as fast as him, and the two of them, one chasing and the other fleeing, disappeared in a few leaps.

Lin Ming, standing to the side, asked cautiously, "Master, isn't this a diversionary tactic?"

“Most likely, but we have no choice but to chase after them.” Wei Miao glanced at him. “After all, our goal is to lure them out.”

Lin Ming: "What was that move just now? It was incredibly destructive."

Wei Miao: "I don't know. But it's reasonable for the seven sects to demolish a few buildings when they fight. What's more interesting is how this move is executed."

If she wasn't mistaken, the person opposite her had just summoned something resembling a magic circle. A golden circular array appeared in mid-air, with intricate patterns, and then a torrent of pale golden energy shot out.

It was the culprit that caused the inn to become ruins.

In Pei Wenwei's memory, although the martial arts techniques were all-encompassing, there had never been any martial arts techniques so close to magic.

"A player?"

Wei Miao could only think of this possibility.

Players' missions are incredibly diverse, and it's quite normal for some to join the rebel faction.

The people who were originally on the street were quite perceptive and quickly moved away from this troublesome place, clearing out a large open space.

At this moment, black-clad warriors rushed in from all directions, their killing intent palpable.

However, the disorganized and scattered nature of the group makes it hard not to suspect that it is a group of martial artists who do not know each other acting together for the same goal.

The guards in the shadows waited for their chance to strike, emerging from the shadows to intercept targets with clear objectives and in an orderly manner.

These martial artists who dared to come were all at least second-rate in strength, and their faces were covered by black veils, making it difficult to know their true abilities.

Soon, the surrounding area descended into chaos, transforming into a small battlefield.

Wei Miao dodged an incoming wind blade by tilting her head. These martial artists were too busy fighting one-on-one to pay attention to others, and all sorts of missed moves flew everywhere. Many unlucky mortals were killed just as they were trying to escape.

She was observant and attentive. Having lured Gu Fuhui away, their next target was her. A completely black raven swooped down from the sky.

"Broken Fire Flow".

Wei Miao flipped her wrist, gripped the hilt of the knife, and slashed upwards at an angle, unleashing a jet-black blade of light that almost blended into the night.

The crow was silently cut in two, and tiny dust particles, invisible to the naked eye, scattered in the wind.

“It’s poison!”

Lin Ming himself was an expert in this field. After quickly reminding Wei Miao, he pulled out a round-bottomed bottle from somewhere and smashed it on the ground with a "bang".

The pale pink liquid in the bottle was poured onto the ground, quickly evaporating and releasing a sweet fragrance that mingled with the dust particles scattered in the air.

Nearby, a pair of martial artists were fighting as they walked. Suddenly, they both stopped and turned to attack Wei Miao, unleashing two pitch-black ghost claws.

"Broken Fire Flow - Eight Extremes".

The blade of light instantly shattered the ghost claw, then split into eight, with four of them heading towards the enemy.

Knowing he couldn't defend himself, one of the martial artists focused his mental energy above his shoulder into a twisted, gray-black vertical eye, desperately trying to see through the flaws in the trajectory of the blade's light.

However, as the sensation spread, it was mercilessly annihilated by the sharp blade intent.

"what!"

He screamed in agony as his limbs were cleanly severed at the base, and he collapsed to the ground, bleeding profusely, his fate unknown.

Lin Ming's expression changed. He felt the Grand Eunuch was even more ruthless than rumored, having actually turned a man into a human stump.

The other martial artist, however, was quite skilled.

He clasped his hands together, focusing his mental energy to condense four strong, illusory arms on his back, adorned with gold and silver ornaments, exuding a strange sense of holiness.

"break!"

A twelve-petaled white lotus bloomed in the palm of his hand, colliding with the blade's edge.

The seemingly delicate petals absorbed all the force of the blade's strike, withering into black ashes that drifted away, thus neutralizing Wei Miao's attack.

Immediately, the four arms also joined hands, the illusory palms overlapping the black-clad man's fleshy palms.

His aura suddenly surged, and his eerie charm, both real and illusory, almost formed an aura, making him seem like a grand and majestic giant, sacred and inviolable.

He uttered seductive words: "If countless hundreds of millions of beings suffer all kinds of afflictions..."

"Ugh..." Lin Ming covered his head, groaning in pain.

Some of the martial artists with lower cultivation levels reacted violently, and the scene resembled a watermelon that had been accidentally chopped open, with juice splashed all over the ground.

Lin Ming felt these notes rampaging through his mind, occupying all his thinking space, their meaning incomprehensible yet unstoppable.

Even the signals his brain sent for action were blocked, and he could only stand there with his head in his hands, unable to do anything.

The sharp pain brought a wave of nausea, and he felt that if he listened for a little longer, he would vomit all over the place without caring about his image.

Lin Ming wanted to cry out loud, "Why are you dragging me into this battle of gods? I'm just a minor first-rate player, and my combat system isn't good at head-on confrontations."

"interesting."

Wei Miao held his knife, holding it back, listening to the noise with great interest.

Compared to the others, Wei Miao seemed unaffected.

This is a mental attack, which pales in comparison to the visual pollution produced by those supreme beings.

Although the Halloween instance did not provide direct combat rewards, observing that bizarre confrontation that almost broke her will brought her some hidden benefits.