Chapter 766: One by One

The demonic shadow bodies' swinging arms were still cutting downward, but at a speed hundreds of times slower, as if they were immersed in an entire pool of transparent syrup.

The spear‑wielding young man's spear tip was thrust toward the chest of the foremost shadowy demon body, and the airflow pattern generated by the blade's friction with the air was magnified by time into a visible vortex‑like ripple.

The trembling shoulders of the Fox Ears girl behind him were also frozen into a frame‑by‑frame playback.

The trajectory of every speck of dust in the air was clearly visible, as if drawn on an ultra‑thin sheet of glass.

Sai Fei Er leisurely rose from the beam of the hanging tower, brushed the rust‑colored dust off her knee, flipped over the railing, and stepped on the air, walking down the pier step by step.

Her movements remained normal within the Time Acceleration field, a cat tail swaying leisurely behind her, and each step of her high‑heeled boots on the air produced a faint golden ripple.

She walked to the center of the arena and tilted her head to glance at the young man holding the spear.

"Not bad, not bad."

Sai Fei Er stroked her chin and made a comment, her cat ears swiveling to the sides, then she leaned in to take another look at the cloud‑splitting long spear.

Delicate patterns were etched on the teal blade, and she tapped the edge of the spear with her index finger, producing a faint crisp click.

The blade remained perfectly still, clearly showing that the spearman held the weapon extremely steadily even in slow motion.

Sai Fei Er slipped beneath the spear tip and turned her attention to the group of frozen shadowy demon bodies.

There were seven in total.

The one nearest the young man wielded a chipped cleaver, its blade less than a fist's length away from the spear tip.

On the left, two: one holding an axe, the other empty‑handed but with unusually long fingernails.

On the right, three each brandished a rust‑corroded short sword.

Another lagged at the rear, its mouth open in a silent roar, filled with black slime.

"One by one, come."

Sai Fei Er moved to the demon body wielding the cleaver, extended both hands to grasp its wrist, and tilted the cleaver's angle to the right, aligning it with the neck of the neighboring axe‑wielding demon body.

Then she went behind the long‑nailed, empty‑handed fellow, clasped its two hands together, crossed the ten fingers, and aimed all the nails at the chest of the short‑sword demon body on the right.

Next she adjusted the attack directions of the three on the right one by one: the first short sword aimed at the second person, the second at the third, and the third turned to target the mouth of the one silently roaring.

Finally she gently turned the demon body at the back so that it faced her teammate's back.

After completing these, she stepped back a few paces, tilted her head, and re‑examined her masterpiece.

The seven demon bodies' attack stances formed a perfect circle pointing at each other, each vital point precisely aligned with another's weapon.

Like a ring of dominoes meticulously arranged.

Sai Fei Er nodded in satisfaction, and her cat ears twitched joyfully.

She turned and walked to the corner, squatting in front of the curled‑up Fox Ears girl.

The girl's face was buried in her own arm, and Sai Fei Er tilted her head to glance at her from the side.

Her eyelashes were long, her nose tip small, and a few strands of matcha‑green hair were clinging to her forehead with sweat.

Unable to see her full face, there was an indescribable odd feeling; something about the girl seemed off.

Sai Fei Er frowned and circled half a turn around the Fox Ears girl.

It was indeed Fox Ears, the fur soft and tender.

The notch on the ears also matched the Fox People's characteristic.

The small Command Flag on the hexagonal hat was also standard issue for a Ten Kings Office Judge.

It was hard to pinpoint what was wrong.

She walked behind the girl to take a look, then circled back.

She stared at the face buried in the arm for a moment.

Then she shrugged, her cat ears flicked to both sides, abandoning the sudden, fleeting intuition that had slipped through the corner of her eye.

Sai Fei Er stood up and brushed off non‑existent dust from herself.

She glanced again at the curled‑up green‑haired girl, confirmed nothing was missing, and stepped on the air, walking back to the hanging tower beam step by step.

When she returned to the beam, the coin was still suspended mid‑air, its height from her fingertip exactly an arm's length away.

She extended one hand, spread her five fingers, and caught the coin as it fell at an extremely slow speed.

The Time Flow Rate returned to normal.

The demon body's cleaver came down, slashing straight into the neck of the neighboring axe‑wielding demon body!

The axe‑wielding demon body's axe simultaneously cleaved into the chest of the left‑handed teammate.

The long‑nail demon body's ten fingers pierced the chest of the short‑sword holder on the right.

The three short swords simultaneously stabbed into each other's abdomens.

The one at the rear had a short sword from a teammate thrust directly into its mouth.

Seven muffled flesh‑piercing sounds overlapped into a prolonged screech.

All seven demon bodies fell simultaneously, their wounds interconnecting, forming a neat circular pile of corpses at the arena's center.

Dan Heng's spear tip pierced empty air.

The teal blade should have pierced the chest of the foremost demon body, but the spot where the spear tip landed now contained nothing; that demon body had already been cut down by a neighboring teammate before the tip arrived.

He paused a moment while sheathing the spear, and a rare bewilderment flashed in his dark‑green pupils.

The scene before him defied any logic.

All seven demon bodies fell at once, each wound fatal, the weapons embedded in each other's bodies.

"Hey! Young man—"

A voice came from above, crisp and bright, its tail slightly rising.

Dan Heng looked up.

Perched on the beam of the hanging tower was a cat‑ear girl with silver‑gray hair, a pair of silver‑gray fading to blue cat ears atop her head, now leisurely turning half a circle to each side.

A gold‑and‑black cat‑ear hood rested on her shoulders, and the cuffs of her black bodysuit featured a blue gradient transitioning from black to bright sky‑blue.

She propped her left hand on her cheek, waved her right hand at him casually, golden long boots wrapped her slender calves, a silver‑white fading to blue cat Tail protruded from the rail gap, and the ice‑blue tuft at the Tip of the Tail merrily traced circles.

"There's another one over there still not dead, the third from the left is still trembling—yes, that one, patch it up, patch it up."

She rested her chin on the rail, turned her cat ears forward, and wore a leisurely air of enjoying the spectacle without minding the trouble.

Dan Heng withdrew his gaze and glanced at the direction she indicated.

Indeed there was a demonic Yin body that hadn't fully breathed its last, its chest pierced by a short sword yet still convulsing.

He walked over and delivered a finishing shot; the strike of the cloud‑piercing gun tip through the vital spot was clean and swift, and when he withdrew, the black viscous fluid clinging to the blade was flung by inertia into a thin strand.

He scraped the gun tip on the ground twice, sheathed the gun and stood, then looked again at the cat‑ear girl on the beam of the hanging tower.

Unfamiliar.

Can confirm.

His Memory is not poor; every face he has seen leaves an impression.

This face is not in his impressions.

Her attire style is not native to Luofu; its colors and cut carry some indescribable exotic feel.

"Thank you, miss, for stepping in to help."

Dan Heng pulled his long spear back behind him, gave a slight nod toward the beam, his tone calm and courteous, with a hint of restrained caution, "May I ask how the miss wishes to be addressed?"

"Ah—just a kind passerby."

Sai Fei Er's cat ears twitched, her Tail drew a larger circle behind her, "Was that move cool or not? I think I'm cool myself."