My Misfortune Crushed Instances-Chapter 160: Everyone Who Should Run Must Run

The blood-red sunset on the horizon was halfway down, and over the desert, a dense fog swallowed the entire battlefield.

Everyone originally embroiled in the chaos was feeling tumultuous inside.

The Black-clothed Death God and the Foggy Evil Ghost, two mysterious strongmen who had recently appeared in the chaotic land, showed up at the same place simultaneously.

From Li Rui's perspective, he noticed agents from the Western Kingdom lying in ambush, worried that Guan Gui couldn't handle it, so he cast the Fog Flow Control. He and Guan Gui were in the same camp.

However, from others' perspective...

A descendant of Dragon Country doesn't have to be from Dragon Country, and the appearance of the Foggy Evil Ghost doesn't guarantee that he's on the same side as the Black-clothed Death God.

After all, this was a chaotic land, and the earlier chaotic battle had already involved numerous forces. Adding one more wasn't unusual!

The reactions among the participants varied.

Among those who had met Li Rui before, Zago was utterly terrified.

"I knew it! Damn bastard! He's always wanted revenge on me, and now he's really come after me!"

He looked fierce, full of fear, and took steps back.

"I'm leaving. Anyone who wants to stay can stay, but this business isn't happening."

He wasn't helping the Screaming Marauders out of any loyalty or friendship; it was a business proposition, and the Underground Sect needed an opportunity to make a name.

Robbing the Blood Blade Alliance was a good choice.

But his involvement in these matters was all about interests, and if he would lose his life, then forget it.

With a shadow shift, he pulled back a considerable distance, horrified to find that the fog range of that man had significantly increased.

This was normal; the arena had rewarded attribute points, boosting spirit and leadership, and Fog Flow Control had leveled up to lv3.

The priests and followers with him heard his words, already fearful of that fearsome reputation. Seeing Zago leaving without hesitation, they didn't hesitate either and hurriedly retreated in the opposite direction, tense with fear.

In the fog, they couldn't see anything and could only flee in the direction they remembered away from the battlefield. Luckily, no one pursued them.

At this moment, the mood of the Bamboo Gang people was also turbulent.

Qin Ying hadn't expected that he, an expert over level 40, coming with a few elites to clear out some small bandits, would encounter such a spectacle.

He absolutely couldn't beat the Black-clothed Death God, and now there was an additional Foggy Evil Ghost.

He secretly hoped the two weren't on the same team and would preferably fight to the death with the Western Kingdom thugs.

"Retreat."

But he didn't dare stay in the fog.

The skills of a Rain Summoner weren't inherently fearsome, but accompanied by recent rumors, they seemed somewhat sinister.

He pushed Bai Yang to retreat with him; no one obstructed them, and they smoothly returned to the edge of the fog. But he saw that this promising young man was trembling, pale, and sweating profusely.

In contrast, Michael seemed much calmer.

...

William West was a mage.

This profession had a better grasp of elemental spells than a wizard, and likewise, he transitioned to Ice Magister after level 30.

He was indeed surprised by today's events.

Previously, his men had already received intelligence about the Foggy Evil Ghost.

The bureau had suspected at the time that the young rising star of Dragon Country descent was a Dragon Country person, but there was no evidence.

Now it seemed there was no mistake. As the person orchestrating the trap, he didn't think that such a person showing up here was a coincidence, or rather, in this line of work, one shouldn't count on coincidences.

However, even though he and his subordinates were completely covered by the fog, he remained untroubled.

According to the intelligence, the Black-clothed Death God's primary attack means were summoning revenants, which are relatively fixed. Among them, the main force had already been frozen into ice sticks by his ultimate rapid cooling.

This meant that now Guan Gui had lost his strongest means, and William was confident he could handle him.

The Foggy Evil Ghost had just appeared in the level-25 arena a few days ago, and now couldn't be more than level 30, whereas all his men were advanced-level.

This ambush's manpower was fully in place, and there was absolutely no chance of failure!

He was preparing to use an Extreme Cold Storm to disperse the fog, to act in an infallible situation, but at that moment, a dark figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

Bang!

The figure held something like a clock chime in his hands and thrust it into William's chest.

Crack.

It wasn't the sound of bones but the sound of ice crystals shattering.

As an advanced over-level-40 player, William naturally had means to save his life. He used a Frost Substitute to avoid the sudden fatal blow, but his heart was filled with fear.

In the Secret Realm setting, mages mainly use spells for attacks, and while their bodies are fragile, this is only relative to other professions, not that they're weak characters who get out of breath after a few steps.

Their reaction speed and physical strength were still far above an ordinary person.

The sudden attack of that black shadow almost caught him off guard without time to use his skills. Its speed and strength were not at all inferior to the main force revenants he'd frozen before.

William prepared again to cast an Extreme Cold Storm, but then another shadow rushed from another direction.

Boom!!

After another exchange, he confirmed that Guan Gui was using a previously hidden trump card.

Yet even now, Detective William still felt victory was assured.

"As long as they deal with that other person and then join forces with me, the Black-clothed Death God will turn into a Black-clothed dead ghost today!"

...

The fog's range was too large.

This was unavoidable because Li Rui's attributes were too high, and his spiritual power was much higher than a regular Rain Summoner, so his fog covered a wider range than others.

The advanced level participants were mostly physical-type strong attack professions because of tactical arrangements, generally not involving too many spell-type professions, especially in assassination operations.

This led to one outcome: they had no means to disperse the fog on a large scale.

However, within a small range, there were still people who could slightly push the fog back.

"Roar!"

A burly man, as wide as two people, stamped hard on the ground, and dozens of meters of fog were shaken open.

They briefly gained some sight, but they couldn't spot the Foggy Evil Ghost's figure, and the fog began reconstituting.

"He won't dare come over here."

"Use tracking skills to find him."

They were a complete team, and of course, they wouldn't be completely lost upon entering the fog.

The Earthshaker opened the fog to ensure the surroundings were safe, giving those with tracking skills time to work.

Yet just as they were about to begin their search, a high-frequency vibrating thunder crashed towards them.

"Watch out!"

The swordsman swung his fine sword, creating a net of swords to block the Thunder Vortex.

The advanced level participants were indeed formidable. If they were the level of arena participants, they would have already been done for.

However, the battle hadn't ended, and almost simultaneously, another Thunder Vortex shot from a different direction.

He was fast.

Everyone were veterans and quickly made judgments in their minds.

Crackle!

Another Thunder Vortex shot through, its constantly vibrating trail a bit troublesome, but that was all.

Bam bam bam!

After several attacks, still no casualties, but they quickly realized something was off.

"Damn it, wasn't the intelligence saying he's below level 30? How is he hitting us like this?"

"Deal with the intelligence department's mess later; focus on handling him first."

But they soon discovered that while no one had yet been hit, someone had fallen behind amidst the constant dodging and response.

"Where's Lainer?"

"No idea. Lainer! Where are you?"

"Dammit, find him fast!"

At that moment, a tremendous explosion resounded from nearby.