ATPnovel Chapter 653 Ashes, Someone's Coming
Chapter 653 Ashes, Someone's Coming
The strength of the warning depends on the level of threat posed by the target.
The greater the threat, the stronger the warning.
Since Ash acquired this skill, it has saved his life countless times.
In dungeons, they dodge the boss's deadly skills, avoid ambushes by rival guilds in the wild, and even sense the enemy assassin's sneak attack in advance during cross-server battles.
This skill has never gone wrong.
At that moment, Ash felt as if he had been tapped in the brain—not with pain, but with a sharp sense of alertness, as if a needle had pierced the depths of his consciousness.
Warning intensity: Extremely high.
Ash suddenly looked up, his gaze sweeping across the sky.
But there was nothing in the sky. Only grayish-white mist and the occasional gray cloud drifting by.
The warning has not disappeared.
It not only didn't disappear, but it became even stronger.
"Someone's coming." Ash's voice wasn't loud, but it was clear, carrying an undeniable certainty.
The twenty people stopped in their tracks at the same time.
Crackstone was the first to react. He flipped his shield from his back to the front, scanning his surroundings: "Where is he? How many are there? Let me go kill him!"
The ashes did not answer.
His eyes were still fixed on the sky. That direction—directly above.
But there was nothing there.
"Captain?" Crackstone asked again when Ash remained silent.
"I don't know," Ash finally spoke, his voice low. "I don't know where they are, or how many people are there. But my [Crisis Sense] has been triggered, and it's very strong."
Lie Shi's expression changed.
He had known Ash for a long time and knew what [Crisis Perception] meant.
That skill never triggers for no reason. Once it does, it means there is a real threat.
"How strong is it?" Crack Stone asked.
Ash was silent for a second.
"It's never been this high before."
Crackstone gripped the shield tightly.
The twenty people around also noticed the change in atmosphere.
Some people drew their weapons, some started buffing themselves, and some subconsciously moved closer to their teammates.
"Captain, could it be that they instantly killed Hanren and his team?" a team member asked in a low voice.
The ashes did not answer.
But he had already considered that possibility—if it really was the one who could instantly kill ten people with the Cold Blade, then the intensity of the warning would make sense.
"Attention everyone." Ash's voice was calm, but every word carried weight. "Prepare for battle. Do not scatter. Maintain formation, back to back."
The twenty people sprang into action quickly.
Lie Shi walked to the front of the group, his shield planted on the ground, and he crouched down, ready to withstand the impact.
Four warriors stood in two rows behind him, their shields forming a wall.
The six damage dealers stand on either side of the warrior, maintaining an inverted V-shaped formation, which allows them to support the front line from the side while protecting the healers in the back.
The four healers stood in the center of the group, maintaining the optimal healing range between each other.
Their eyes constantly scanned their teammates' health bars, their fingers hovering over the skill buttons, ready to unleash healing spells at any moment.
The three assassins were scattered along the edge of the group, crouching slightly, entering a semi-invisible state—not completely disappearing, but reducing their presence so that the enemy would not easily spot them at first glance.
Ash stood between the healers and the damage dealers, his longsword held horizontally in front of him.
This is the best formation that Ash has summarized from countless battles.
Front-line tanks absorb damage, back-line damage dealers deal damage, middle-line healers heal, and edge-line assassins look for opportunities to flank.
The components are interconnected, with no obvious weaknesses.
Twenty people, twenty hearts, completely united at this moment.
"Captain, what exactly is that?" Crack Stone asked, crouching behind his shield without turning his head.
"I don't know," Ash said, "but whatever it is—" He paused, "you all better be alert."
No one spoke anymore.
Everyone's eyes were fixed in all directions.
The fog in the sky suddenly churned.
It's not the kind of churning caused by the wind—the churning of the wind has a direction; it flows from one place to another.
This surge spread outwards from a single point, as if something had passed through the fog from that point.
Ash's eyes were fixed on that point.
Then, he saw it.
A streak of silvery-white light shot out from the mist at an incredibly fast speed, so fast that the naked eye could only catch a blurry glimpse of it.
A streak of light ripped across the sky, leaving a straight silver line in the greyish-white mist, and then—
Disappeared.
It doesn't disappear gradually, but vanishes in an instant.
Ash's [crisis perception] reached its peak at this moment.
The feeling was like being stared at by a ferocious beast; every hair on my body stood on end, and every cell was screaming the same word—danger.
"Watch out!" Ash shouted.
Before the words were finished, a silvery-white light exploded in front of them.
The light condensed into a ball of light in the air, then rapidly contracted, finally coalescing into a human shape.
The light dissipated.
A person stood in front of them.
There are no labels, so you can't tell their profession or rank.
The equipment was very ordinary, a dull gray color, without any decoration.
His face was calm, his gaze indifferent, as if he were looking at a group of insignificant things.
It was Lin Tian's [Astral Projection] clone.
Ash's eyes narrowed.
His sense of crisis was screaming wildly, almost threatening to explode his brain.
This man posed a greater threat to him than any enemy he had encountered in the past three years. So much so that he wanted to turn and run—but he was the captain, and he couldn't run.
Ash gripped the longsword tightly, his knuckles turning white.
His gaze was fixed on the man's face, trying to read something from that calm expression.
But you can't read anything in it—no murderous intent, no hostility, not even any emotion.
It's as if this person isn't there to fight, but rather to take a walk.
But that is precisely the most terrifying thing.
A person who can face twenty enemies without any emotional fluctuation is either a madman or simply doesn't care.
Lie Shi also saw Lin Tian suddenly appear.
He peeked out from behind the shield and looked the man up and down.
One person, without backup or an ambush, stood alone in front of twenty people.
Crack Stone paused for a moment.
Then he laughed.
It's not a sneer, not a mockery, but the kind of genuine laughter that comes from seeing something funny.
He turned around and laughed loudly at his teammates behind him, "Kid, are you all alone?"
He stood up, slung his shield over his shoulder, pointed at Lin Tian, and said with utter disdain, "Are you here to die? Why don't you let the people behind you show themselves? What kind of skill is it to hide in the back?"
Several people in the group laughed along with him.