Chapter 2642 Stealth

Zen wiped the blood on the flying knife and gave Leopold a nod.

Leopold, on the other hand, could only stare at Zen with wide-eyed shock. "How in the world did you make it?"

Everyone was at the same level of strength. Even if Zen was an expert in martial arts, it would still take him a considerably long time to kill them.

Moreover, those people were healthy, strong men. They might not be a match for Zen but they could still give him a tough time or even escape.

Timotheus and the others were also puzzled.

It was not difficult to kill a Wight with no intelligence.

However, they had no chance in winning against four exiles on their own. Not even Timotheus was confident he could kill them.

Zen merely shrugged. "They were weaker than I expected."

He wasn't in the mood to explain.

The others were clearly unsatisfied with his simple reply but couldn't really say anything.

Besides, the more powerful Zen was, the more beneficial it would be for them in the end.

With that, Zen picked up his sword and collected the crossbows Tyler and his companions left behind.

The crossbows were normal weapons but proved themselves quite useful.

As he tidied up the mess, the group of people who disposed of the Wights slowly caught up with them.

Emily was at the helm. Her eyes immediately fell on Tyler's body and she raised her eyebrows in intrigue.

The exiles that she, Timotheus and the others had killed were not that strong and came from small races. Tyler, however, was different. He was someone important in the Yellow Emperor race and was far stronger than ordinary exiles. Seeing him dead like this was shocking.

"You're so efficient! Did Zen rush in without getting hurt?" she asked, looking at Zen and noticing that he was completely unharmed. She truly thought he had been a bit too impulsive and couldn't help but stare at him with concern.

Timotheus and the others could only grin helplessly. "We did nothing. By the time we arrived, Zen had already killed them."

"What?!" Emily exclaimed yet her eyes visibly twinkled.

The exiles of the Fire Melting race, the Star Deer race, and the other big races could only stare at Zen with

As Emily led the crowd through a ten-mile journey, a murmur suddenly came from behind a tall platform.

"They are here, still led by Emily..."

"Tyler and the three haven't returned yet. Did they fail?"

"Maybe he did and couldn't escape? So we must run if we can't defeat them."

According to Spark's plan, different teams comprised of four people would attack Emily and her group with crossbows. Once they had launched their attack, they were to immediately run back and gather at the rear to prepare for the next round.

If successful, this plan could effectively eliminate Emily and her team.

However, Tyler and his companions didn't escape which made this team that hid behind the pillars feel restless.

"Don't think too much about it. Release the Wights!" one of them ordered.

With a crack, the fences between two high platforms suddenly disappeared.

The Wights that had been trapped beforehand suddenly rushed forward like a tidal wave while the four men team set up their bows and arrows.

Just as they took their aim, a flash of green light suddenly blinded them.

"Ah! Where did this light come from?!" one of them murmured in confusion, turning his head to look for the source.

He came face to face with Zen who stood not that far away from them.

His right hand glowed green from which he held a flying knife as thin as a cicada's wing. What was most unsettling was the way his eyes seemed to shine in the darkness.