sinovels Chapter 969 The Main Breakthrough Point
Chapter 969 The Main Breakthrough Point
Fourteen people.
The leader was standing slightly to the left of the front, which was clearly his main point of attack.
There were four people on each side, standing very close together, so they must be experienced and well-coordinated.
There were only three people behind him, a relatively weak position, but it was a trap deliberately set.
If he tries to break through, the three men will immediately entangle him, and then the others will surround him.
A standard pocket formation. Their main attack directions are in front and on the flanks, while the rear is a feint trap.
Lin Qiye's lips twitched slightly.
"The Source Locking Array..." He repeated the name softly, then looked up at the leader, his gaze as calm as a still pond. "Your Source Locking Array requires the caster's source energy to maintain, right?"
The leader's smile faltered slightly.
Lin Qiye continued, "In other words, a portion of your fourteen people's Origin Qi is being used to maintain the formation, and you can't dedicate it all to the battle. As for me—" He slowly raised his black iron spear, the tip pointing directly at the leader's throat, "I only need to break through the weakest link among you, and the formation will collapse on its own."
The leader's expression changed for a moment, then returned to its gloomy state: "So what if you see through it? The Source Locking Array has already been activated, and your Source Qi is being suppressed. You won't last long."
"It's enough to hold out until I kill you all."
The moment the words left his mouth, Lin Qiye moved.
He didn't choose the seemingly weak triangular formation behind him, nor did he opt for a direct assault on the leader—he chose the second person from the left, a small, alien figure wielding a pair of short daggers. The man's position was slightly forward of the other three, indicating he wasn't the most defensively inclined, but rather a striker. Such individuals are quick to react, but weak in direct confrontation.
Lin Qiye lightly touched the ground with his foot, and his entire body shot towards the man like a black arrow. The black iron spear made a low whistling sound as it cut through the air, its tip piercing towards the man's left shoulder like a venomous snake.
The slender alien reacted with lightning speed, crossing his short daggers and condensing his Origin Qi into a dark gray barrier on the blades, preparing to take the hit head-on. The three aliens beside him moved simultaneously—two attacked from both sides, while one leaped from above, slamming a heavy bone hammer down towards Lin Qiye's head. Their coordination was impeccable, clearly the result of countless rehearsals.
however--
Just before the spear tip was about to collide with the short dagger, Lin Qiye suddenly changed direction. Instead of changing from a thrust to a sweep, the entire spear shaft jerked violently, and the spear tip drew a strange arc, avoiding the frontal defense of the thin alien and piercing in from an almost impossible angle—a tiny gap below his ribs, a flaw that would only be exposed during movement.
The thin, alien's pupils constricted sharply. He tried to pull his arm back to defend, but it was too late.
With a muffled thud, the spear tip pierced his right ribs, penetrating his entire abdominal cavity and emerging from his back. Blood and shattered internal organs gushed from the spear shaft, splattering onto the grayish-white layer of ashes. The thin, alien creature let out a short, agonizing scream, his daggers slipping from his hands. He writhed a few times on the spear shaft like a butterfly pierced by a nail, then lay still.
The surrounding alien races felt a chill run down their spines.
Especially those familiar faces who had participated in the ambush of Lin Qiye a year ago, their eyes filled with disbelief and horror. They clearly remembered that a year ago, although this human could fight seven against one, he was far from possessing the deadly skill he displayed now, capable of killing with a single shot. Back then, while his marksmanship was accurate, it still carried a degree of probing and restraint; but that shot just now, from the change of direction to the thrust, from breaking through the defense to the penetration, the entire process was as fast as lightning, without any unnecessary movements, so clean and efficient that it sent chills down their spines.
In just one year.
How did this human's strength increase so much?
The Source Locking Array was still suppressing the circulation of his Source Qi, yet he was still able to unleash such speed?
If the source-locking array hadn't been activated, how powerful would he be now?
The leader—the gray-robed alien—had his pupils contract sharply in that instant. He stared intently at the still-twitching corpse hanging from Lin Qiye's spear shaft, his face ashen. This was his most skilled assassin, a veteran among his men, whose strength was amplified by the Locking Source Array, yet he hadn't even lasted a single exchange before being pierced through by a single spear thrust.
The core operation of the Source Locking Array relies on the synchronized resonance of the source energy of the fourteen people. With each death, the integrity of the array will crumble a bit. When one person dies, the part of the array eye that was responsible for it immediately collapses, and the suppressive force of the entire Source Locking Array is greatly reduced. Lin Qiye's originally stagnant source energy instantly recovers more than half of its original strength.
Right now.
Lin Qiye didn't even glance at the fallen corpse. With a flick of his wrist, the blood droplets on the spear tip were knocked to the ground. Without pausing, using the momentum of the thrust, he spun violently in mid-air, the spear like a black dragon rising up, heading straight for the leader's face!
This shot was even faster than the previous one.
Still reeling from the shock of his fallen comrade, the leader was already less than three feet away from Lin Qiye's spear. The chilling killing intent pierced his brow like a needle. Before he could even think, his body reacted instinctively—he abruptly pulled back to the side, hastily raising his black bone knife to parry the spear.
But Lin Qiye's gun was faster than his.
Just before the spear tip collided with the black bone blade, it dipped slightly, like a serpent lowering its head to avoid the blade, and then suddenly rose up, thrusting diagonally upwards from an extremely low angle—aiming directly for the leader's chin.
The leader's pupils shrank to pinpoints.
He had no doubt that if he didn't dodge immediately, the gun would pierce his jaw and go through his brain.
He no longer cared about being surrounded or any formation, and practically tumbled and crawled backward, losing his balance and staggering several steps before barely managing to stand. The spot where he had been standing had been pierced through the air by Lin Qiye's spear, producing a sharp sonic boom.
"Get out of the way—!"
Before the alien races behind the leader could react, Lin Qiye had already passed right through them. He didn't linger, didn't turn back to finish them off, and didn't even pause for a moment. Like a black streak of light, he broke through the last line of defense of the encirclement and sped off in the opposite direction of the Bone Ruins.
The encirclement has been broken.
Of the fourteen men who attempted to ambush them, one died, one was wounded, and the one who truly wounded the leader was demoralized.
The remaining twelve people looked at each other, their eyes filled with surprise and anger.
"He ran away!"
"Chase him! We can't let him get away!"
Some people were ready to give chase, but were stopped by the leader's raised hand.