webnovelvip Chapter 268 A desperate counterattack? A last-ditch struggle!
Chapter 268 A desperate counterattack? A last-ditch struggle!
It dared not even approach the center of the battlefield, and could only drift far away, emitting faint and painful soul fluctuations, completely losing its fighting power.
Meanwhile, Sahras, who was locked in combat with Xiaobai, had lost her former allure and composure.
Her exposed leather armor was torn in many places, revealing her skin underneath, which was bluish-purple and even frostbitten. Her once smooth black hair was now messy and covered with ice shards and dust.
She knelt on the ground, supporting herself with her hands, coughing violently, each cough bringing up blood froth mixed with icy shards.
She raised her head and looked at the elegant, coiling ice dragon with its cold eyes, as if it had only slightly stretched its limbs. Her eyes no longer held any allure or greed, only a deep-seated fear and despair.
The omnipresent extreme cold not only froze her body, but also almost completely halted the flow of her magic.
lost.
A crushing defeat.
Moreover, it was a crushing defeat with no suspense whatsoever!
Seated on the Black Throne, Kael'thas, who was looking down at everything through the magical mirror, had completely lost his composure and amusement.
His scarlet eyes were wide open, reflecting the miserable state of his subordinates and the figure standing on the battlefield, seemingly in control of everything (Lin Tian himself and his clone).
His pale fingers gripped the armrest of the throne so tightly that fine cracks appeared in the hard abyssal obsidian!
"This... how is this possible..." Kael'thas's voice was extremely dry, with a tremor he himself was unaware of.
He had anticipated that Lin Tian might have more trump cards up his sleeve, perhaps even stronger than he had shown.
But he never imagined that the gap would be so huge!
That clone... that clone's combat power is ridiculously strong!
Each of his skills is incredibly powerful, and they are seamlessly linked together with shockingly short cooldowns! This is simply illogical!
And that ice-type dragon!
Its control over ice-type power was simply divine, completely suppressing Shahras and toying with her at will!
His four battle-hardened generals, who were infamous even in the abyss, were utterly defeated in a short time under the enemy's full force, as if they were made of paper!
A chilling rage, a feeling of being utterly fooled and completely out of control, gnawed at his heart like a venomous snake.
He recalled his previous arrogant and domineering mockery and recruitment, and now he felt a burning pain on his face, as if he were being repeatedly slapped by invisible hands.
"Useless! A bunch of useless trash!" Kael'thas growled through clenched teeth, and the temperature in the throne room plummeted with his rage.
But his anger was directed at Lin Tian himself, who remained calm and even had a faint smile on his lips.
......
In the center of the battlefield, Lin Tian slowly walked forward, his gaze calmly sweeping over the four defeated generals, finally landing on Kael'thas, whose face was ashen and whose eyes were so sinister they seemed to drip with venom.
The smile on his face became clearer, carrying an undisguised mockery.
"Lord of Dark Eclipse City," Lin Tian began, his voice not loud, yet it clearly echoed across the silent battlefield.
"Your 'capable assistants' seem... not very effective? The warm-up exercise ended so quickly, I'm a little unsatisfied."
He paused, then shook his head as if genuinely regretful:
"It seems the Abyss's so-called 'generals' are a bit of a stretch. Compared to Subses's flashy style and Morgus's brute force, they're just... a bit more numerous?"
These words were like sharp knives, piercing the hearts of Gruul and the others, leaving them filled with shame and indignation, yet powerless to refute them.
Kael'thas's chest heaved violently as he forced himself to suppress the urge to tear Lin Tian to pieces immediately.
He knew that the other party was deliberately provoking him.
He took a deep breath, his voice as cold as ice: "Human, you have indeed hidden your true strength. I admit, I underestimated you. But do you think this is victory?"
His gaze swept over Gruul, Sasovall, and Shaheras, who were severely injured but not completely incapacitated, as well as the flickering spirit of Malganis in the distance, a resolute and ruthless glint in his eyes.
"Win?" Lin Tian chuckled, as if he had heard a joke. "Dealing with them doesn't even require the word 'win.' It was just clearing away a few noisy flies in the way."
He raised his hand, his fingertip casually pointing at Kael'thas:
"My target has always been you, Kael'thas. Oh, and to get something back for Celia."
His tone suddenly turned cold, carrying a judgmental tone: "Now, the fly swatter is clean. Next, it's your turn."
"Arrogance!" Kael'thas laughed in fury, unable to maintain his composure any longer. He abruptly stood up from before the illusory throne, as if he were about to pierce through space and descend directly upon it.
"You? A mere human, even with some strange powers, dares to spout such nonsense in the Abyss, on my own territory?! You think you can challenge me just because you defeated a few of my incompetent subordinates?!"
"Whether it's arrogance or not, we'll find out by trying." Lin Tian tilted his head slightly, his tone still calm, yet carrying a chilling certainty.
"Or is it that the esteemed Lord of Dark Eclipse City is relying on his subordinates and that tortoise shell shield to maintain appearances? Now that his subordinates are failing, you... are scared?"
"You think I'm afraid of you?!"
Kael'thas's voice rose in fury, and terrifying shadow energy surged around him, causing the entire city of Dark Eclipse to tremble slightly in his rage.
"I will extract your soul and subject it to the fiery flames of the abyss for ten thousand years!"
Just as Kael'thas was about to lose his temper and take action himself—
"Owner!!"
"Lord Kael'thas!!"
Several hoarse but resolute shouts rang out from the battlefield.
The heavily wounded Gruul suddenly used the Rockbreaker to prop himself up, spitting out a mouthful of foul blood, and roared with bloodshot eyes:
"We haven't lost yet! For the glory of Darkeclipse City! For the great cause of our lord!"
Sasovaar struggled to his feet, wiping the blood from his mouth. A near-mad fire burned in his eyes. He raised his skull staff high and hissed:
"With our broken bodies, we offer ourselves as a sacrifice to the abyss! Please, my lord... grant us our final strength!"
Shahras gritted her teeth, staggered to her feet, and despite being covered in wounds, crossed her poisoned twin blades in front of her chest.
In the distance, Mal'Ganis's scattered spirit also emitted a faint yet unusually firm soul fluctuation.