I am the Arcane Archer, and all my skills are self-created.

Watching helplessly as his rogue teammate was instantly killed in a single move, turning into a shameful white light, the warrior's eyes instantly turned bloodshot and completely red!

"You two bastards! I'll kill you!"

He let out a beastly roar, gripped his longsword tightly with both hands, and brazenly assumed the starting stance for the standard warrior's signature skill, Heroic Strike!

hum-

A faint white light instantly appeared on the sword, a sign that the skill was about to be activated!

however--

The next second, the expected powerful, earth-shattering sword strike did not come out.

The soldier's expression shifted from extreme anger to a blank and bewildered look.

"Um?"

He froze on the spot, subconsciously looking down at the longsword in his hand.

The white light on the sword suddenly went out with a "poof" the moment it lit up, as if it had never existed.

Immediately afterwards, a cold system notification sounded in his ear.

[System notification: Insufficient mana, skill casting failed!]

Not enough mana?

insufficient?!

The soldier was completely stunned, his mind was buzzing, and he couldn't react for a moment.

Are you kidding me!

He's a warrior who mainly focuses on strength and constitution. He usually doesn't use much mana when fighting monsters. He just cast a harmless sweeping attack. How could he possibly be short of mana?

Is this some kind of ghost?!

He glanced at his status bar subconsciously.

With just one glance, his blood ran cold.

The blue bar representing mana had completely dried up, turning into a glaring, despairing gray!

Not only that, but a negative status icon he had never seen before was prominently displayed on his status bar.

[Siphon Link: Your mana and health are being continuously drained...]

"What...what is this? My blue...where's my blue?!"

The warrior's roar turned into a terrified scream.

He watched helplessly as his mana bar became completely empty. Even the tiny amount of mana that he could naturally replenish was instantly sucked away, and he couldn't accumulate any more!

Above the treetop, a cold smile curved Li Wu's lips as he watched the system notifications constantly refreshing in front of him, feeling extremely pleased.

[+18 Mana]

[+18 Mana]

Longxing_Badao is still making a last-ditch effort, trying to intimidate the other party with the name of the guild.

Hua Zitong was too lazy to waste any more words with him and delivered a heavy blow!

-65!

A huge damage number appeared above Longxing_Badao's head.

He was clad in plate armor, had high physique stats, and his health and defense far exceeded those of ordinary people, but he still lost a significant portion of his health bar from that single strike.

"puff!"

Li Wu then added another ordinary arcane arrow.

-15!

What followed was both comical and cruel.

And so the two of them went, one brandishing a machete by the edge of the mud pit, the other leisurely firing arrows from afar.

Longxing_Badao was like a fixed wooden stake, his mana drained by the siphon arrow, unable to cast a single skill, and could only watch helplessly as his health bar was emptied bit by bit.

The frustration, helplessness, and despair drove him to the brink of madness.

"I'll fuck you..."

Before he could utter his final curse, Hua Zitong's last knife had cleanly and decisively sliced ​​across his neck.

A flash of white light.

The leader of the Dragon Soars Across the Land guild in District 21 followed in the footsteps of his teammates, leaving behind a heavy tower shield on the spot.

The whole world fell silent instantly.

The only sounds in the air were the gurgling of the swamp and a faint smell of blood.

"Let's go, quick!"

Hua Zitong picked up the tower shield from the ground, stuffed it into her backpack without even looking at its stats, and urged her in an urgent tone.

Li Wu also understood that with such a commotion here, the main force of Long Xing Tian Xia might arrive at any time.

Without pausing, the two determined their direction and plunged once again into the deeper, darker misty swamp forest.

Less than five minutes after they left.

"Splash—"

A series of dense and chaotic footsteps and splashing sounds approached from afar.

More than twenty players with the prefix "[Dragon Walk]" above their heads rushed aggressively into the open space where the battle had just taken place.

When they arrived at the battlefield, they found no one, only scattered traces of battle.

"Where are Boss Ba Dao and the others?!"