indianbanksassociation Chapter 649 Impossible!!! Run!!!
Chapter 649 Impossible!!! Run!!!
Their combined attack, even with all their might, was like a drop of water in front of that one person.
Han Ren's expression changed.
From red to white, from white to cyan, from cyan to purple.
He thought of a possibility.
One possibility he kept telling himself was "it couldn't be that coincidental."
"No...it's impossible..."
Han Ren's voice trembled as he stared intently at the shield that hadn't even budgered, his lips quivering. "This is impossible..."
His teammates behind him also realized that something was wrong.
The hunter's bowstring was still fully drawn, but he didn't know whether he should let go—his arrow had been released, but to no avail.
The mage's finger was still raised, but he didn't know whether he should continue casting the spell—his lightning strikes on the shield were like spitting into the ocean.
The assassin emerged from his concealment and stood behind the man, his short sword still raised, but his hand was trembling.
His hand was less than a centimeter from the man's back, but he couldn't poke it in. The shield was like an invisible wall, keeping him out.
"Captain..." The hunter's voice began to tremble, "This person...this person is strange..."
"I saw it." Han Ren's voice was very low, so low that only he could hear it.
His brain was calculating frantically.
The combined attack of ten people couldn't even create a ripple in the opponent's shield.
What does this mean?
This means that the opponent's level, attributes, equipment, and skills completely overwhelm them.
It's not just a point or two higher, but an order of magnitude higher.
We can't beat them.
It's not a question of whether we can fight, it's that we simply can't fight.
It's like an ant trying to trip an elephant; it's not a matter of strategy, it's a matter of physical impossibility.
Han Ren took a deep breath, then shouted out two words with all his might:
"run!"
His voice echoed through the valley.
run.
It was just one word, but everyone understood it.
The hunter was the first to run.
He threw down the bow in his hand—not because he didn't want it anymore, but so he could run faster.
His talent is a variant of [Swift Step], which provides a higher movement speed bonus than that of ordinary assassins.
His body shot out like an arrow, rushing headlong into the fog to the north.
The mage was the second to run away.
He doesn't have the speed of a hunter, but he has [Blink].
A flash of white light, and his body vanished from his spot, reappearing fifty meters away.
Then another flash, another hundred meters.
His mana was being depleted rapidly, but he couldn't care less.
The assassin was the third to run away.
He was right behind that person, the closest, and should have been the fastest runner.
But the shield made his hands and feet numb, slowing his start.
By the time he turned around and started running, the hunter and the mage had already run nearly two hundred meters away.
The remaining six people also realized what was happening and scattered in all directions. Some went east, some west, and some south—anywhere but not in the direction of that person.
Ten people, ten directions.
Han Ren did not run away.
It wasn't that he didn't want to run, but that he knew he couldn't escape.
He was both hunter and prey.
He knew all too well that in such a crushing situation, running away was pointless.
Your opponent's speed, reaction time, and skill range completely overwhelm you. No matter how fast you run, you can't outrun their skills.
He turned around to face the person.
The person was still standing in the same spot, the semi-transparent shield still surrounding his body.
The attack by ten people had no effect on him, and did not even make him stop in his tracks.
He just stood there, watching the ten people scatter and flee, his gaze as calm as if he were watching a group of ants moving house.
Han Ren opened his mouth, as if to say something.
But that person spoke first.
"Trying to run away?"
The sound wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.
This includes those who have already run several hundred meters.
"It's too late."
The moment the words left his mouth, Han Ren felt a change in his body.
It wasn't a skill attack, nor a spell effect, but a profound sense of heaviness that welled up from the very core of one's being.
It was as if an invisible hand was pressing down from above, pinning his body firmly to the ground.
He tried to lift his leg, but it felt like it was filled with lead. He tried to lift his arm, but it felt like his arm was tied with sandbags.
He tried to call out, but even opening his mouth became difficult.
gravitational.
It's not ordinary gravity, but gravity amplified countless times.
Hanren's knees bent, and he knelt down.
He braced himself on the ground with his hands, barely managing to keep himself from collapsing completely.
His face turned bright red, veins bulged on his forehead, and every muscle was trembling.
He could hear muffled groans coming from behind him—his teammates were experiencing the same thing.
Some people lay face down on the ground, their bodies pressed against the earth, too weak to even lift their heads. Others knelt, their hands supporting their knees, their teeth grinding together.
The gravitational pull is getting stronger.
Hanren's vision began to blur, and his brain was buzzing due to insufficient blood supply.
He could feel his life force slowly decreasing—not from being attacked, but because his body couldn't withstand the terrifying gravity, and his internal organs were being damaged.
Then he saw the chains.
It is not a physical chain, but a chain of light formed by the condensation of semi-transparent laws.
Ten chains extended from that person, each precisely locking onto a single individual.
The chains wrapped around Hanren's neck, wrists, ankles, and waist, tightening like a snake.
He was pulled up by chains, his feet off the ground, dangling in mid-air.
He tried to struggle, but the chains wouldn't budge.
He glanced down at his status bar.
【Imprisonment】—Unable to move, cast spells, use skills, or use items.
This means that he will remain in this state forever until the chains are broken, never able to resist, and never able to escape.
Coldblade opened his mouth, wanting to send a message—even just a single letter—to let Ash know that something had happened here.
But he couldn't move his fingers.
His mouth cannot move.
He was still conscious, but his body no longer belonged to him at all.
Then, gravity changed.
The downward attraction has turned into an outward repulsion.
Centered on that person, a terrifying force erupted in all directions.
It wasn't an explosion, it wasn't a shockwave, but rather—everything receded.
The ten people bound by chains, along with the air, mist, grass clippings, soil, and debris around them, were all pushed away by this repulsive force.
The speed is so fast that it cannot be detected by the naked eye.
Hanren felt as if a giant hammer had struck his chest.
His body flew backward at supersonic speed, a sharp sonic boom echoing in his ears, and everything in his vision turned into a blur of light and shadow.
His health points are dropping rapidly.
Eighty percent.
Fifty percent.
Thirty percent.
ten percent.
Zero percent.