With godlike talent from the start, how did he become invincible?

Chapter 650 Cold Blade Dies, Ashes

He didn't even feel pain—because death comes faster than pain can be transmitted.

Ten beams of white light lit up almost simultaneously.

Above the valley, amidst the mist, the figures of ten people vanished simultaneously.

There were no screams, no pleas for mercy, no last words—in just two seconds, all ten elite Three-Eyed Clan players of level 44 or above were dead.

The chains came loose.

The repulsive force dissipates.

The valley returned to calm.

Deep furrows were left on the grass—the marks plowed into the ground by the ten bodies being pushed out by the repulsive force.

The ravines radiated outwards from the man's feet, like ten scars etched into the earth.

The fog gathered again, slowly covering the ravines.

Lin Tian stood in the center of the valley, and the semi-transparent shield around him slowly dissipated.

He looked down at the still-smoking trenches on the ground, then looked up and gazed northward.

His figure then disappeared into the mist.

All that remained in the valley were those pale blue fragments and ten ravines that were being filled with mist.

..........

Ash stood at the edge of an open area, the dagger in his hand still dripping blood.

At his feet lay Gao Qing's corpse—or rather, the spot where Gao Qing had lain.

The corpse had turned into white light and disappeared, leaving only a pool of blood and some equipment fragments on the ground.

Ash wiped the blood off his knife and looked up towards the south.

"Why haven't those ten people arrived yet?" He frowned. "Does it really take this long to take down a low-health mid-level guard?"

One of his teammates behind him shrugged: "Maybe we ran into some random players on the way and just picked them off."

"Even if you run into a lone wolf, you should at least send a message." Ash's brow remained furrowed. "That kid Coldblade is always efficient. He couldn't have dragged it out this long."

"Captain, should you send a message to ask?"

Ash thought for a moment and then opened the team chat.

"Cold Blade, where are you guys? Come over here as soon as you're done fighting."

No reply.

"A cold blade?"

There has still been no reply.

Ash's finger stopped in mid-air.

He glanced at the team list—ten people's avatars, all of them grayed out.

What does a grayed-out profile picture mean?

It means offline.

But in the Misty Continent, there is only one possibility of going offline—death.

Ash's hand froze.

Ash's finger hovered above the team list, motionless.

The portraits of ten people are arranged in a neat row, all in gray.

Han Ren and the other nine people he took with him were all gone.

He stared at the grayed-out icons for a full five seconds before slowly lowering his hand.

"Captain?" The teammate behind him sensed something was wrong. "What's wrong?"

Ash did not answer immediately.

He turned around to face the twenty three-eyed players behind him.

These people were just chatting casually, some wiping blood off their knives, some organizing their loot in their backpacks, and some calculating how many points they had scored in this battle.

They still don't know what happened.

Ash's gaze swept across everyone's faces before he spoke.

"Hanren and his men are all dead."

His voice wasn't loud, but every word was like a nail, driven into the ears of everyone present.

The line fell silent instantly.

There was silence for about two seconds.

Then it exploded.

"What?!"

"impossible!"

"Captain, are you kidding me?"

"Hanren and his group have ten people! Their average level is 44.5. Even if they encounter a level 50 player, even if they can't win, they can still escape!"

A player who looked like a warrior took two steps forward, his expression changing from relaxed to incredulous.

His name is Crackstone. He is the highest-level warrior in the team besides Ash, at level 46. His talent is the A-grade [Body of a Giant Stone] - when he receives physical damage, there is a certain chance to convert the damage into armor value.

"That's right."

Another assassin chimed in, sheathing his dagger, crossing his arms, and furrowing his brow.

"We Three-Eyed Clan members aren't those useless trash from Continent 9527. If we can't win, can't we at least run? That kid Hanren is more cunning than anyone else; he's the first to run when he encounters a tough opponent. How could all ten of them be dead, with not a single one escaping?"

"And they didn't even send a message."

A mage added, swiping her fingers through the air to bring up the party chat history.

"I checked. Hanren and the others sent their last message fifteen minutes ago, saying, 'The guards are done, we're coming right away.' After that, there was nothing. Not even a distress signal."

"This doesn't make sense." Lie Shi shook his head.

"Ten people, even if ambushed, can't all be killed instantly at the same time. Someone will always react, someone will always be able to send a message. Unless—"

"Unless what?" someone pressed.

Crackstone glanced at Ashes but didn't finish his sentence.

Ash took it for him.

"Unless they don't even have time to react."

The line fell silent again.

Everyone is still processing this statement.

There wasn't even time to react—what does that mean?

This means that the speed of the opponent's attack, the intensity of the damage, and the range of the attack all exceeded the limits that Hanren and his team could handle.

It's not a matter of being unable to win, but rather that there simply isn't enough time to fight.

"But……"

The female mage opened her mouth, her voice slightly hoarse, "But the average level of people on Continent 9527 is only thirty-seven. Han Ren and his group averaged forty-four point five, a difference of almost eight levels. How could they be instantly killed?"

"Exactly." Lie Shi regained his voice. "Captain, could it be someone from the 9527 continent? Maybe something else? A high-level Mist Guardian? Or a special trap on the map?"

Ash did not answer the question.

"There are two possibilities." Ash held up two fingers.

Everyone stared at his hands.

"First, the other side has a special item that can prevent the killed person from sending messages. It's not that Hanren and the others don't want to send messages, it's that they can't."

Lie Shi frowned: "What kind of tool is so powerful that it can block messages? I've never heard of such a thing before."

"I haven't heard of it either," Ash said, "but that doesn't mean it doesn't exist. Many items of S rank and above have effects we can't even imagine. Disabling communication might just be one of them."

"But..." the female mage hesitated for a moment, "Captain, even if we can prevent the messages from being sent, we'd have to kill them first, right? How fast would the enemy have to be to kill all ten of them before they could even send a message?"

Ash didn't answer directly, but instead extended a second finger.

"Secondly, the opponent used an extremely powerful offensive item, the damage of which was so high that Hanren and his team were instantly killed before they could react. Without a reaction, they had no chance to send a message."