Chapter 230
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Chapter 230: Luo Yong Cannot Escape
With that shadow-manipulating ability, Luo Yong—now deprived of his attribute enhancements—lacked confidence in evading the shadow’s restraint.
"Damn this witchcraft! Hold her back!"
After his profane outburst, the man showed no intention to fight. Ordering most guards to intercept the ants, he continued fleeing forward with female goblins and several higher-level guards.
But the invading ant colony numbered more than one. When Luo Yong glanced back, he found multiple ant warriors materializing ahead.
They’d circumvented the hillock and discovered another exit!
They were surrounded from both flanks.
Realizing escape was impossible, Luo Yong unsheathed his longsword. Alongside Goblin Warriors and a Big Goblin, he lunged at the obstructing Flying Ants—Weak Sound and Purple Mist.
In pure attribute-based combat, the ant tribe might not lose, yet defeating these goblins wouldn’t be simple.
Skills changed the equation entirely.
Weak Sound activated "Magnification" and "Speeding." Her power and velocity skyrocketed as she closed the distance instantly, hatred-fueled limbs thrusting toward Luo Yong.
The suppressed fury from learning how this green-skinned murderer had slain her sisterly companion Lvzi finally erupted.
The abrupt acceleration caught Luo Yong unprepared.
This lethal strike aimed for his skull—a certain deathblow!
His delayed sword swing proved too slow for interception.
At death’s door, the humanoid female goblin beside him shoved him aside, throwing herself before Weak Sound.
The sacrificial act momentarily stunned Weak Sound, delaying her pursuit.
The barbed limb impaled the female goblin’s chest—mirroring how Luo Yong’s thrown blade had pierced Lvzi.
"Gaba!" (Escape, Master!)
With this final cry, the female goblin collapsed. After convulsing briefly, her life faded away, clouded eyes remaining fixed on Luo Yong.
"You…"
Luo Yong’s pupils dilated in shock.
Neither in this life nor his previous had anyone willingly died for him.
Observing the fallen protector, crimson hues tinged his vision—first tasting genuine concern, then experiencing soul-rending anguish.
Damn them!!
Slaughter these cursed ants! Destroy them!
Nearly shattering his teeth, Luo Yong activated "Berserk." His green flesh flushed crimson, radiating waves of scorching heat.
Every attribute intensified anew.
Meanwhile.
The female goblin’s death momentarily cleared Weak Sound’s rage-clouded mind.
"Little Sound! Capture alive—no killing!"
Purple Mist’s urgent reminder came as she dueled a spear-wielding Goblin Warrior. Though weaker than her ant companions in combat, the Flying Ant still easily handled Luo Yong’s underlings.
"I-I’m sorry, I understand."
After only a brief exchange with Purple Mist, the green-skinned goblin before them had transformed into a crimson-skinned one. Baring his teeth in a snarl, Luo Yong charged forward with a longsword gripped tightly in his hand.
The blade cleaved downward with a thunderous roar.
It seemed he held nothing back, pouring every ounce of strength into the strike.
The skill "Berserk" not only amplified all his attributes but also heightened his impulsiveness and rage.
Yet Weak Sound, maintaining her "Speeding" skill, matched Luo Yong’s velocity even after his "Berserk" activation.
With their attributes so closely balanced, evasion came effortlessly.
Moreover, Weak Sound’s combat experience—honed through relentless monster hunting in the forests—far surpassed Luo Yong’s, who had spent most of his time breeding in caves.
Weak Sound dodged the straightforward slash with practiced ease, while Luo Yong’s overcommitted strike buried his blade deep into the ground.
As he struggled to wrench the sword free, Weak Sound seized the opening, her jaws snapping viciously at the red goblin’s arm.
*Clang—*
His fortified Physical Resistance Ability rang out like metal.
But Weak Sound’s "Magnification" skill surged through her, and with a resounding *crack*, her fangs finally pierced his toughened hide.
Yet in the next breath, Luo Yong tore his sword from the earth and swung again.
Though Weak Sound held a slight edge, ending the fight swiftly proved impossible.
Recognizing this, she shifted tactics, evading and weaving rather than pressing the attack.
Time crawled.
The female goblins and guards fell one by one to the onslaught of Darkling Stalker and Purple Mist’s ants, their dying shrieks echoing.
Luo Yong’s attributes dwindled further.
Soon, the Berserk effect waned, his crimson skin fading to mottled pink…
Just as Weak Sound poised to strike—
Shadows writhed. Dozens of inky tendrils erupted from the cave’s walls, floor, and ceiling, binding Luo Yong’s limbs into a spreadeagle and hoisting him aloft.
"We did it! Darkling Stalker’s incredible!" Purple Mist cheered—until her gaze landed on the twenty-odd mutilated advanced goblin corpses behind the shadowy warrior. Her voice died. A shudder racked her small frame.
*S-so terrifying…*
The cave now held no living goblins save their captive: the Goblin Reincarnator.
Darkling Stalker leapt from a Big Goblin’s carcass and approached the suspended Luo Yong, ignoring Purple Mist’s tremors.
"Release me! Filthy beasts!" the goblin roared, eyes bulging with fury.
The shadow ant tilted her head. A flick of her foreleg summoned a dozen phantom weapons—swords, greataxes, spears, serrated blades—hovering like a macabre chandelier.
"Um, Darkling Stalker?" Purple Mist interjected hastily. "Don’t kill him! Mom said she wants to handle this herself. We have to obey!"
Weak Sound shot her a sidelong glance, biting back unspoken thoughts.
Whether she heeded the warning or not, Darkling Stalker swept her limb downward.
*"SCREEE—!"*
Stripped of "Berserk" and his "Unique Skill: Goblin King" enhancements, Luo Yong’s defenses crumbled. Shadow-forged steel sheared through flesh, drawing sprays of blood and guttural howls.
Blades stabbed, axes hacked, saws grated. Each strike peeled away meat and dignity. The cave resonated with agonized shrieks for what felt like hours.
What began as cathartic vengeance for Weak Sound curdled into queasy aversion. She averted her eyes.
True to her word, Darkling Stalker left him breathing—if one could call the twitching, limbless thing before them alive. Clotted blood plastered his torso, though Life Recovery Potions and herbs prevented merciful death.
"Let’s go."
For the first time, Darkling Stalker turned to address her shivering companions. Her voice carried something almost like warmth.
