The Blue Rose Mercenary Group was on the brink of life and death.

Under the swords of the mysterious assassins in black, one mercenary after another fell, and the group of more than fifty members was nearly halved in the blink of an eye.

Watching his brothers, who had followed him for many years, continuously fall, Kains' eyes turned blood-red, and his demeanor became increasingly frenzied, his aura growing more and more intense.

The leader of the assassins, being one level higher than Kains, did not pay attention to Kains' change, nor was he eager to attack. It seemed he only wanted to temporarily entangle Kains, watching his mercenaries die one by one. Only when Kains tried to break free to save other mercenaries did he fully attack, striking where Kains must save!

"Brothers, let's fight them!" a mercenary shouted as he rushed forward.

As a black dagger pierced his chest, he wrapped his arms around the assassin in front of him, holding on tightly and refusing to let go.

Two mercenaries beside him took this opportunity to thrust their blades into the assassin's body.

As the assassin was stabbed by the two mercenaries, a short, arrow-like black spike shot out from his left sleeve, piercing into the abdomen of one of the mercenaries.

Determined to take someone down with him even in death, these assassins were more terrifying than monsters!

The sacrifice of two mercenaries to take down one assassin ignited the fighting spirit of the rest. All the mercenaries, with a death-before-dishonor attitude, charged at the assassins.

Arthur also charged forward, convinced that even in death, he could take down an assassin alone with his desperate fighting skills. But just as he rushed forward, he was pulled back by someone, and when he tried again, he was pushed back once more.

Even though Arthur was no match for these mercenaries in single combat, in their eyes, Arthur was still a child. They couldn't let him go to his death first.

After being held back twice, Arthur's eyes were already red with emotion. Every mercenary standing in front of him was protecting him with their lives, only to fall under the assassins' swords the next second.

Everyone was fighting with all their might!

Adeline no longer retreated. Her magical power was nearly exhausted, and behind her was the steep cliff and the rushing waters of the Neldon River.

She blocked two ice spears aimed at her with her magic wand, her lips tightly bitten and bleeding. She glanced at Kains, who was fighting desperately, then swung both hands forward, releasing all the remaining magic in her body.

A massive cloud of fire that almost reddened the sky rolled towards the opposing ice mage, engulfing him instantly.

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The "Fire Cloud Technique," a level six fire magic spell, is the most powerful fire spell a level six fire mage can cast!

At that moment, everyone in the canyon felt the scorching temperature, and the surrounding mist thinned significantly due to the evaporation.

After the fire cloud, the figure of the ice mage reappeared, surrounded by three ice shields that had disappeared, replaced by a crystal-clear white armor.

The level five ice magic "Armor of Ice"!

Adeline was not surprised. Naturally, the level six "Fire Cloud Technique" could not defeat a level seven ice mage. She slowly unfolded the scroll she had been holding.

The moment the scroll was activated, a giant fire dragon roared out, aggressively aiming to turn everything in front of the ice mage to ashes.

The level seven fire magic "Fire Dragon Technique" scroll was Adeline's last resort, purchased at a great personal expense. Activating the scroll also drained Adeline's last bit of magical power, causing her to collapse to the ground.

Because his face was hidden behind a mask, it was impossible to see the ice mage's expression, but for the first time, he cursed out loud. Desperately waving his bone staff, he unleashed a massive ice storm.

The fire dragon plunged into the ice storm, and the collision of fire and ice caused a huge explosion, shaking the entire canyon.

After the smoke and fire from the explosion cleared, the ice mage staggered out, his ice armor shattered and his black robe and mask marked with burnt patches.

Adeline closed her eyes in despair, no longer able to control her fate.

Ilarya's bow was broken. He blocked a deadly sword aimed at his throat with the intricately carved bow back, then stabbed the assassin with the exquisite dagger at his waist.

Ilarya discarded his bow and arrow, engaging in close combat with the assassin using his dagger. The soft armor, carved with hollow petal shapes, quickly became stained with blood, giving the petals a unique beauty.

But this beauty came at the cost of life!

Angus, weakened by excessive blood loss, could no longer stand and collapsed to the ground.

The lurking assassin, who had been eagerly awaiting this moment, leaped forward, aiming his short sword at Angus's back, intending to deliver the final blow.

Angus, lying on his side, suddenly flipped onto his back and threw something; it was a nearly transparent hunting net.

The assassin's short sword swung instinctively but couldn't cut through the net. Instead, the entire net enveloped him, pulling him to the ground under Angus's forceful tug.

Angus and the assassin entangled within the net rolled together, Angus's hunting knife stabbing rapidly into the assassin's chest while cursing furiously, "Bastard, so arrogant! I'll show you what a hunter is!"

Another assassin then plunged his short sword into Angus's body.

Angus's curses stopped, and he lay motionless on the ground, the hunting knife still deeply embedded in the assassin's chest.

"Ah!" Kains roared, his fighting spirit surging explosively.

At the same time, the fighting spirit on his twin swords fully condensed into the shape of a wolf's head, launching from the sword tip and striking the assassin in black, sending him flying with a single blow.

Kains stepped forward, soaring into the mid-air, standing aloft as his blood-red eyes swept across the tragic scene in the canyon.

Adeline sat collapsed at the edge of the cliff, with ice spears conjured by the ice mage pointed directly at her chest.

Ilarya knelt on the ground, a black short sword embedded in his chest, the assassin in front of him dead or wounded.

Angus, covered in blood, lay breathless on the ground, with only a dozen or so mercenaries still standing.

"Intelligence was wrong! A War General! He is actually a War General!" the leader of the assassins screamed in terror.

Controlling fighting spirit to fly is the most distinctive trait of a War General!

Kains had unbelievably advanced two levels, leaping from an eighth-level Battle Scholar directly to a tenth-level War General, something beyond belief for anyone! Especially since advancing from level nine to level ten, also known as the War General's Heaven's Gate, is a feat achieved by very few warriors.

Everyone on the battlefield stopped their actions, staring blankly at Kains in the air, like a war god, their eyes filled with shock, confusion, joy, or fear