An Understated Dominance - Chapter 2416

The poisoned needles flew through the air at incredible speed, aimed directly at Aven Foyer. One hit could mean certain death.

“Hmph! What a simple parlor trick,” Aven, the gray-robed elder, stood still and unfazed.

Suddenly, a bright golden light surrounded him. The needles hit the light and bounced off, leaving him completely unharmed.

“Glow Incantation?” Marcell seemed to expect this. He smirked but continued his assault.

With swift movements, Marcell unleashed another wave of poison needles that rushed toward Aven like a fierce storm.

“Get him!” Marcell shouted, signaling his men to join the attack.

He knew that the guardian of the Sacred Wyrm Summit’s forbidden ground was too powerful to take down alone. He had to overwhelm Aven with numbers.

“Kill him!”

Without hesitation, the two groups of men drew their weapons and charged Aven in a coordinated strike. Poisonous insects, deadly toxins, throwing darts, and hidden weapons rained down on him.

They were not just after money; they wanted the rare treasures hidden in the Forbidden Ground. Rumor had it that finding those treasures would secure their future for generations.

Blinded by greed, these men threw caution aside and were willing to do anything to achieve their goal.

“Are you asking for a death wish?” Aven’s eyes narrowed as he watched the assassins charge at him, and his patience snapped.

Without a moment’s hesitation, he thrust both palms forward. Two bolts of purple lightning shot out, striking down the first few attackers.

These men faced a gruesome fate. Their skin charred black, and their flesh was mangled beyond recognition. By the time their bodies hit the ground, it was clear they were no match for Aven.

Aven stood at the entrance to the Forbidden Ground, ready to defend against the attackers. His skill in Stormcraft was far superior to Oron’s, making him a formidable opponent.

Without hesitation, Aven unleashed a flurry of powerful strikes. Lightning bolts struck down on the attackers one after another. The air was filled with the sound of thunder and the cries of those caught in his storm.

The attackers tried to protect themselves with energy armor and divine artifacts, but nothing worked against Aven’s Stormcraft. Anyone who was hit by the lightning was doomed. Their attempts to fight back were useless against his powerful Glow Incantation.

Aven stood like a grim reaper, warning anyone who dared to come closer that they would face certain death. In just a few minutes, he had taken down more than half of the assassins, leaving their charred bodies on the ground and a terrible smell of burnt flesh in the air.

The remaining assassins were frozen in fear. They had never imagined anyone could be this strong. Their weapons and skills were powerless against him, and every time Aven struck, another life was lost.

Confronted by such overwhelming force, their greed for treasure was replaced by a primal fear for their lives. They might have fought if they believed there was a chance to win, but now, with no hope of success, they felt like sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

Noticing their hesitation, Marcell quickly tried to rally them. “What are you waiting for? Let’s charge together! He’s almost out of energy. If we can just hold on a little longer, we can defeat him. Once he’s down, all the treasure inside will be ours!”

The group exchanged uneasy looks, still unsure about what to do.

“Don’t forget that we all took the poison. If we don’t finish this mission, we’ll die.” Marcell said, his voice low and threatening. “Do you want to die like cowards from the poison, or will you fight for your lives?”

As he spoke, the others felt a surge of determination. Before the mission, they had all taken a special poison from the Hall of Gods. The only way to get the antidote was to succeed in their task.

If they gave up or tried to escape, they would die anyway. So, fighting for their lives seemed better than going down without a struggle. At least if they perished, their families would be taken care of, and they wouldn’t have to worry about them anymore.

“Follow my lead, and let’s take him down together!” Marcell shouted as he charged at Aven.

Marcell was the strongest and most respected among them. Seeing his bravery inspired the others to grab their weapons and prepare to fight.

“You’re charging straight into your doom,” Aven said coldly, showing no mercy as he unleashed his Stormcraft.

Purple lightning bolts struck down, hitting the assassins with immense power. Soon, bodies began to pile up, and the screams of the fallen faded away. In just a few minutes, both groups were wiped out.

Marcell was the only one left standing, but he looked worse for wear.

“Your men are dead. Surrender now, and I’ll spare your life,” Aven said icily.

He knew Marcell was skilled, and his movements were tricky. Aven’s Stormcraft had missed him more than once.

“Surrender?” Marcell’s face twisted into a sinister grin. “You still don’t get it, do you? If those people hadn’t died, I wouldn’t stand a chance against you. But now that they’re gone, you’ve just given me the perfect chance to kill you.”

“Kill me?”

“You really think you can take me down?” Aven asked calmly.

“I forgot to mention that I practice the Soul Abyss Technique. The more people die, the stronger I become. Their anger fuels me, and now you will feel true despair,” Marcell replied.

Suddenly, Marcell opened his mouth wide and took a deep breath. Black mist flowed from the bodies nearby and rushed into him. In an instant, his body began to change.