The remaining assassins hidden throughout the bamboo forest no longer hesitated.
They had seen enough.
The youth's reaction speed. His effortless dodging.
The way he treated their strongest striker like a training dummy.
This was no ordinary target.
One by one, they gathered mana—violent, dense, and blazing with killing intent.
The grove trembled as nine assassins chanted mantras and wove complex hand seals.
A chorus of deadly spells erupted:
"Earth-Shattering Strike—activate!"
"Thousand Petal Swords!"
"Shadow Dance!"
"Scorpion's Pincer Attack!"
The night air twisted with magic. Leaves tore from branches, bamboo groaned, and the temperature of the grove shifted with every spell cast.
All nine assassins stepped into their peak forms while the tenth continued exchanging blows with Zane.
Then—
they flickered.
A coordinated assault swept in like a black tide.
