Nie Yan was like a ghost walking in the shadows. Everyone lost sight of their target; they couldn't find where Nie Yan was.

Eye of God!

Eye of God!

Five Holy Knights from the Triumphant Empire activated their Eye of God, divine light radiating from their eyes. Yet, they still couldn't find any trace of Nie Yan. Logically, their Eye of God should have been able to see through Nie Yan's stealth, or at least find some sign. Unless Nie Yan's Stealth skill was beyond their detection range.

As they searched ahead, some noises came from behind. They felt a chill in their hearts. Could Nie Yan have circled around to their rear?

"He's there!" a Holy Knight shouted. When he turned his head, he saw Nie Yan was already next to Hei Zhuo and Yu Long.

Nie Yan's shadow was faint and blurry, only a fleeting glimpse.

What quick movements, what rapid running speed!

A distance of fifty to sixty yards, Nie Yan covered in less than five seconds.

The players hadn't experienced such speed before, so their minds couldn't process it for a moment.

The seventy or eighty mages not far away were about to cast spells, but they discovered that their spells had just begun to chant, only a hint of manifestation, before disappearing without a trace.

The magic elements were too unstable, unable to condense magic at all!

Dozens of warriors activated Charge, trying to intercept Nie Yan, but they discovered they couldn't even keep up with his speed.

Nie Yan was too fast. His own speed was already astonishing, coupled with the speed bonus from Shadow Dance and an acceleration scroll, making him several times faster than a warrior's Charge.

So many players tried to block Nie Yan, but to him, it was as if they didn't exist!

He reached Hei Zhuo and Yu Long with lightning speed.

Between Nie Yan and Hei Zhuo, only the Holy Knight Yu Long remained!

A divine light flashed in Yu Long's eyes, locking onto Nie Yan. He held his sword horizontally, blocking between Hei Zhuo and Nie Yan.

"Nie Yan, is it? Come on, let's see how strong you really are." Yu Long shouted in a deep voice. Due to the unstable magic elements, all divine spells couldn't be cast, and prayers couldn't be applied, so he used a Holy Light Slash towards Nie Yan.

Yu Long swung his sword fiercely, giving a feeling of being difficult to resist.

Hei Zhuo didn't expect Nie Yan to arrive so quickly. He wanted to condense magic, but found the magic elements had misfired. A sense of powerlessness rose in his heart. He could only place all his hopes on Yu Long, hoping Yu Long could stop Nie Yan.

As Yu Long swung his sword down, Nie Yan dodged, the dagger in his hand stabbing towards Yu Long's forehead.

Yu Long saw Nie Yan's figure flash, his attack missing. He was shocked by the speed! His eyes were dazzled by the cold light of the dagger. A dagger stabbed straight at his face. This frontal attack was likely a stun skill. He quickly switched to a defensive stance, resisting. Lacking an indomitable momentum, he dared not directly withstand Nie Yan's stun. His foot only retreated a small step, and Nie Yan disappeared from sight again. His heart suddenly jumped. Hei Zhuo!

Nie Yan made a gorgeous turn, passing Yu Long, his speed at its peak.

Like a god possessing him, uniting spirit and flesh.

His footsteps were as agile as a dance. This was Shadow Dance, the Rogue's dance!

Nie Yan seemed to return to his previous life, the level 180 Grand Thief, that unparalleled speed and the feeling of controlling life and death!

At this moment, Nie Yan's soul merged into one from two lifetimes!

The trembling sound from the collision of two souls across time and space deeply touched Nie Yan, fascinated him. The trace of shackles he broke through in his previous life's Shadow Dance, disintegrated. He suddenly understood what he was missing: this kind of detached and selfless agility, a freedom that surpassed the world, and an unparalleled momentum of decisiveness!

This was Shadow Dance!

His heart was incomparably clear.

He completely ignored Yu Long, as if this Holy Knight didn't exist at all.

No one could stop him! This Holy Knight couldn't, no one could!

Yu Long felt Nie Yan brush past him, a feeling of humiliation welling up in his heart. He swept his greatsword, slashing at Nie Yan, but his attack missed again.

Nie Yan was like a shadow, as if he didn't exist, impossible to capture.

A sense of confusion and frustration surged from the bottom of his heart. Although this had to do with the inability to cast divine spells, he felt that even if he could cast divine spells, he wouldn't be able to stop Nie Yan. Nie Yan's speed was like a bewitching dance.

Hei Zhuo felt Nie Yan pounce over, quickly retreating, but the dagger in front of him was like the Grim Reaper, following him like a shadow, filling him with deep despair.

It was impossible to dodge!

His mind seemed to be emptied. The dagger hit his forehead. In the blink of an eye, Nie Yan was behind him, a Backstab, a Gouge.

The movements were crisp and neat, without any hesitation.

Hei Zhuo's eyes went dark, and he fell to the ground.

Completing the kill, Nie Yan's figure suddenly stopped, creating a strong contrast in the visual impact.

At this time, the five or six hundred people around were all staring blankly at Nie Yan and Hei Zhuo's corpse in the center, even forgetting to move. Hei Zhuo was dead?

From Nie Yan's appearance to Hei Zhuo's fall, it definitely didn't exceed fifteen seconds. Fifteen seconds, as short as a fleeting glimpse.

Yet Nie Yan had done something unimaginable.

Under the watchful eyes of five or six hundred people, he killed Hei Zhuo!

When Yu Long turned his head, Hei Zhuo was already dead. He was stunned. He didn't expect Hei Zhuo to be dead in just the time it took to turn his head.

There wasn't even time to think or react.

The two looked at each other. Yu Long looked into Nie Yan's eyes, raised the greatsword in his hand. Am I next? Come on, let's see how you take me down!

Nie Yan gave Yu Long a faint smile, disappearing from the players' sight.

Nowhere to be found.

What did that smile mean? Contempt? Disdain? Or something else?

Nie Yan's last smile was soul-stirring. Yu Long's entire body felt as if its strength had been drained. Cold sweat dripped down his back. He knew he had lost, utterly defeated. He was terrified by Nie Yan's speed. If they actually fought, how many seconds could he last?

Nie Yan's stunning attack seemed to be telling them that he was invincible!

"Boss, he's gone." A Holy Knight walked up to Yu Long. He saw Nie Yan's figure flash through the distant jungle, disappearing without a trace.

No one went after him, because they knew it would be futile.

They realized today what a thief truly was: taking the enemy general's head from among a million soldiers as easily as taking something from a pocket. This phrase, used for ancient brave generals, was most appropriate for Nie Yan.

"Oh." Yu Long woke up from his daze.

"What do we do next?" The Holy Knights asked.

"We retreat!" Yu Long said, preparing to have his team retreat quickly.

As soon as he finished speaking, a Lava Giant with its whole body burning with blazing flames appeared in their eyes. This roaring giant, filled with unparalleled power, waved its hand, and lava, like a monstrous wave, covered them.

With a boom, the lava swallowed everything. These five or six hundred players couldn't escape their doom.

Nie Yan ran far away. When he looked back, thousands of yards away, the burly Lava Giant rampaged and roared. No one could escape under the scorching magma.

Looking towards the distance, the front, back, left, and right were covered with fiery red magma. The surroundings became a vast ocean of magma, with only some protruding boulders, like reefs rising from the sea.

If he used a Random Teleportation Scroll, he didn't know if he would teleport into the magma. Nie Yan jumped onto a towering boulder.

The Lava Giant's magic interference would take more than twenty seconds to pass.

The scorching magma below had already covered the ground, surging and flowing. Nie Yan sat on the reef, quietly waiting for the time to pass, watching the rolling red lava flow and the rampaging Lava Giant in the distance, a feeling of desolation arose spontaneously.

One general succeeds, ten thousand bones wither!

The Molten Forest had become a vast ocean. All the iron trees were burning, and finally fell into the magma.

How many corpses were buried under the lava?

Nie Yan had no way of knowing. It was estimated that only Zongheng Tianxia and the Triumphant Empire could count them.

But, why bother thinking about it?

After a while, Nie Yan stood up, stretching lazily, revealing a pure smile, admiring himself and saying, "Not bad."

If Yu Long saw him, he would definitely be surprised at the current Nie Yan, so different from the Nie Yan who had cruelly smiled on the high slope just now.

Above the rolling magma, he began to read the Return Scroll. A white light flashed, disappearing from the spot.

A video appeared on the official website, titled 'The Destruction of the Triumphant Empire and Zongheng Tianxia'. In this war, the Triumphant Empire and Zongheng Tianxia were defeated. Looking back at the Niu Ren Tribe, except for ten people with red names, they didn't lose a single soldier.

A photo was also released on the official website, a group photo of Nie Yan and the others. This image was forever etched in the players' minds, becoming dazzling because of the destruction of more than 20,000 players from the Triumphant Empire and Zongheng Tianxia. The players remembered these ten faces, ten people who created a myth!

The Niu Ren Tribe would become hot!

All the players in the Greenland region would remember the Niu Ren Tribe.

All the videos related to this incident were released one by one on the Greenland region's forum on the official website. The players learned about the whole process of the incident. The terrifying giant shocked everyone. And the most brilliant stroke was Nie Yan's stunning strike, which amazed all the players.

"God-level Thief - Nie Yan!"

"Greenland's Number One Thief, Nie Yan!"

"Mad Thief Nie Yan!"

Perhaps it was because the last title sounded louder, or perhaps Nie Yan's arrogant throat-slitting action impressed all the players, or perhaps they felt that Nie Yan killing Hei Zhuo among five hundred people lived up to the name of Mad Thief. Thus, the name Mad Thief spread like wildfire.

From then on, the Niu Ren Tribe would be honored because of the name Mad Thief!