Don't provoke mentally ill people in the infinite flow genre!

[System Prompt: Summon weapon [Great Wilderness Snow]? Please note that the host is currently on skill cooldown. Summoning a weapon will further reduce mental and physical condition.]

【Yes. 】

A simple, ancient-style broadsword appeared in Ling Ye's palm. His expression darkened, and he slashed forward with a sharp blade. A flash of cold light swept across the blade, instantly severing several bone vines blocking his path.

With a clear goal in mind, he decisively followed in Yi Zanglan's footsteps.

Yi Zanglan was running at breakneck speed.

Strangely enough, after she consciously shut down her sight and hearing, everything she felt in the darkness began to become exceptionally clear.

A scene automatically formed in my mind, the eerie dark blue light faded away, until it returned to the true secret jungle in the night.

Amidst the intertwined shadows of the trees, the tangled gray-white bone vines continued their relentless pursuit, but this time, she could accurately pinpoint the direction from which they were attacking.

Distinguish the true from the false.

...Another silver crossbow bolt whistled through the air, but its trajectory seemed to slow down considerably in Yi Zanglan's mind.

She nimbly dodged the arrow, and at the same time, she saw two figures in the distance.

She discovered that in the images that appeared after her vision was blocked, the static images were relatively blurry, while the moving images were clear and sharp, as if they had been emphasized and deeply imprinted.

For example, the bone vines that were chasing after them, the arrows that were launching a surprise attack, and the two people who were moving at high speed.

Or perhaps, it's just one person moving at high speed, while the other's speed far exceeds that of a normal human. Not only does the other person dart through the dense forest like lightning, but they can also climb back and forth on the treetops, nimbly dodging the attacks of the bone vines.

However, this person didn't seem to have any intention to attack; he was just trying to get through the level on his own.

The other person was in the completely opposite direction, and judging from their movements, it was indeed the attacker who had just shot the arrow.

"The enemy can lock onto us from a distance," Yi Zanglan said in a deep voice. "Don't let him wear us down; we must engage in close combat."

As they were speaking, several more crossbow bolts came flying in, their accuracy impeccable, all landing on the two men's positions.

With a clang, Ling Ye raised his sword to parry. He knew that this archer was difficult to deal with, since ranged combat had an advantage over melee combat in every respect.

"I'll try out the bonus item," he said. "But this item requires manual locking, so I need to confirm who the other person is first."

Yi Zanglan snorted coldly and stated his name decisively: "Zhao Feirong."

She went to the town first today, but didn't see who specifically chose the Secret Jungle path. Moreover, the image she could currently identify was only the person's outline, not their face.

But she remembered the physical characteristics and behavior of each player in this game, so it wasn't difficult to analyze.

Observing shapes and clues was an essential skill for her when she was a thief.

Ling Ye never questioned her answer. He nodded slightly and calmly clicked on the system interface.

[System prompt: Do you wish to use the item [Rope of Greed] on player [Zhao Feirong]?]

【Yes. 】

If the other party can lock onto it, he can lock onto it too.

……

The sharp hook, shrouded in black mist, was already wrapped around Ling Ye's waist in the blink of an eye, while the other end, which stretched infinitely, imprisoned Zhao Feirong, an archer who was firing continuously in the distance.

Guided by the grappling hook, Ling Ye used his knife to clear away the obstacles. Stepping on the bone vine debris scattered on the ground, he quickly closed the distance between them.

The purpose of the Greedy Rope is that once a target is locked on, it cannot break free; attempting to struggle or escape will only lead to being caught faster.

In desperation, Zhao Feirong used his special skill: firing all the remaining crossbow bolts at once.

"You bastard, die!"

A flash of silver light appeared, like a rain of metal arrows, about to engulf Ling Ye in an instant.

Ling Ye spun around quickly, his horizontal sword flashing like a hurricane, instantly knocking down most of the arrows.

However, the arrows were coming from a tricky angle, and theoretically it was impossible to shoot them all down. Although he managed to avoid vital points, he was still hit in the arm by one of them.

Two more bullets were about to hit his eyes and heart when, at the critical moment, Yi Zanglan appeared beside him.

She threw the dagger, barely blocking one of the bolts. The other crossbow bolt was only half an inch from Ling Ye's heart when she caught it with her bare hands.

The sharp arrowhead pierced her palm on the spot. She gritted her teeth and turned to look at Ling Ye.

"Walk."

The next second, the two became shadowy figures in the night, and in the blink of an eye, they had run more than a hundred meters away.

……

Zhao Feirong's weapon was a silver crossbow, equipped with fifty arrows.

Once he summons his weapon, his senses remain absolutely sharp regardless of any interference, and he can lock onto targets remotely.

That is, he still has arrows.

So tonight he was not affected by the mechanisms of the Secret Realm Jungle. He tried to assassinate Ling Ye and Yi Zanglan who appeared in the area, but unfortunately he failed.

He thought it was just a little bit short, but even after using the Arrow Rain limited skill, he still couldn't make up for that so-called little bit of difference.

With his weapons exhausted, his senses became less sharp, his vision and hearing were affected, and he began to lose his sense of direction.

...but he could still feel the pain.

Is Lingye dead?

It seems he's not dead.

Zhao Feirong staggered, originally intending to escape, but when the blade pierced his heart, he ultimately couldn't run very far.

He opened his eyes wide in horror and vaguely saw Ling Ye's face, which was as cold as ice, and the crazy woman standing next to Ling Ye.

She was no longer the smiling woman she once was; her eyes were covered, and she was calm and menacing, like a ghost sent to send him to hell.

The despair of impending death spread, and the man, who was always good at being sarcastic and cryptic, was now left only with incoherent words.

"Why...why are you all..."

"Too verbose."

Before he could finish speaking, Yi Zanglan raised the crossbow bolt in his hand and pierced his eyeball, sending the bolt straight through to the back of his head.

"..."

Zhao Feirong swayed twice on the spot, then fell straight to the ground without uttering a sound, becoming a lifeless corpse.

Then, something strange happened.

As if summoned by the fresh corpses, the bone vines surrounding them ceased their attacks on Yi Zanglan and Ling Ye.

They swarmed around Zhao Feirong, frantically sucking up his still-warm flesh and bone marrow until the corpse was completely absorbed, leaving only a set of tattered clothes.

As the bone vines dispersed, Yi Canglan removed the blindfold and saw the dark blue light that had permeated the surroundings gradually merging into the deep night of the dense forest.

The wind rustled through the branches and leaves, and everything returned to normal.

She kicked aside the pile of clothes and saw a faintly glowing green stone underneath.

Ling Ye whispered, "This might be a tool to activate a mechanism somewhere in the dense forest."

"Well, take it with you for now."

Yi Zanglan picked up the stone and stuffed it into her pocket. She frowned, shook the blood off her hands, remained silent for a while, and then suddenly looked coldly into the distance.

"Miss Yu, if you've had enough, you can come down from the top of the tree."