Chapter 117: The Trap Awaits

“Ah!”
“Damn it! Run!!”
As more people rushed out from around the corner, the disheveled man hiding behind another path also grew grim.
There were over seventy bandits chasing after the group of players, half of them archers, all fully armed and skilled in archery. In just a few seconds, they knocked down seven players, forcing eight others to flee wounded!
The middle-aged man naturally didn’t think that over forty players at the Fate Realm level would be scared off by more than seventy bandits at the same realm. He held his breath carefully, standing quietly in a relatively hidden spot, watching the group pass by while scanning the bandits behind them.
Soon!
He noticed that most of the defeated players had been killed by one man wielding a giant silver metal bow…
The archer stood out sharply—his hair wild, eyes like an angry lion, arms stretched like those of a monkey, exuding a fierce and domineering aura. His horse was a brilliant red, with bright eyes and a diamond-shaped mark on its forehead—exceptionally magnificent!
The lion-tiger-like man rode at the forefront of the bandit group, his giant silver bow over 1.5 meters long. The bow was sleek and taut, standing out sharply under the sunlight and carrying a terrifying presence.
The silver bow was drawn and released frequently in the man’s hands. With each draw, the sound of the string created a powerful shockwave that sent players flying into the ground, terrifying everyone who saw it.
After losing over a dozen people in a row, the fleeing group finally realized the situation was dire…
The bandits deliberately slowed down, gradually squeezing them from behind. Soon, nearly half of their numbers were lost, and since they kept pursuing those carrying the tributes, total annihilation was only a matter of time.
“Drop the tributes!”
The man with superior protective abilities was clearly the leader of the group. Regaining his composure, he realized the bandits were after the tributes and ordered his companions to abandon them.
“Boss!!”
Three players holding the tributes hesitated.
These were the tributes they had painstakingly planned to steal from the Thirteen Rod Monks, sacrificing over a dozen brothers for them. Abandoning such valuable items so easily was something no one could do lightly.
“There’s only one expert at the Mysterious Realm level! Split up!”
One of them quickly came up with a plan.
The leader’s eyes lit up:
“Good!”
“One saved is one gained—this trip wasn’t in vain!” As long as they could save one tribute, all their sacrifices would be well rewarded. The group quickly moved.
“Cover us!!”

The leader took the dart box from one of them, gave quick instructions to that person, and his internal energy instantly reached the realm of Creation! His body became lighter, and he accelerated, covering several meters before landing in the distance. The other two turned at the same time and left the main road with the dart box… The middle-aged, disheveled man watched clearly from afar, his eyes lighting up as he chuckled and muttered, “At least they’re not completely stupid.” Before his words faded, he vanished from his spot and chased after one of them. “Chase them separately!!” The players split into three groups, and the bandits on horseback also divided into three groups without hesitation, speeding up as arrows rained down behind them… The expert from the Mysterious Realm pursued the group on the left. With arrows from afar, the group was killed outright before they could run far, and the first dart box naturally fell into the hands of the bandits from the Mysterious Realm. The latter turned their gaze toward the battlefield on the main road, where fighting was intense, frowning slightly before giving an order. With the sound of hooves, they rushed like a torrent toward the second dart box. On the main road, without the expert from the Mysterious Realm, the twenty-some bandits were attacked fiercely by the remaining dozen or so experts from the Creation Realm as soon as they tried to flee! Earlier, those NPCs had chased them like prey for hours, but now, it was time for revenge—everyone was fighting desperately. Since they could handle tough opponents like the Thirteen Rod Monks, each of them was quite strong, in terms of martial skills, equipment, and weapons! Not to mention, they could easily handle one-on-three or even one-on-two fights. The situation instantly changed! In a short time, the twenty-some bandits were all slain, turning from pursuers into victims under the players’ swords. If it weren’t for the blood turning black so quickly, the scene would have been extremely bloody and shocking. By the time the expert from the Mysterious Realm arrived with reinforcements, all twenty-some bandits lay dead on the main road, and the players scattered like birds and beasts! “Kill!” The leader of the bandits from the Mysterious Realm uttered a cold command, and that simple word sent all the bandits chasing after them… He slapped his horse’s rump and quickly caught up to two players… With two swift moves, he knocked them down and then turned to other targets in sight. In this way, the team that attacked the Thirteen Rod Monks saw its numbers drop rapidly to single digits, continuing to decrease under the pursuit of the experts from the Mysterious Realm. But! All of this was done voluntarily by all members of that team.

To hold off the experts at the Mysterious Realm and protect the last two dispatch boxes, they had no choice but to use their own lives as bait, drawing the experts’ hatred onto themselves as much as possible to keep them trapped in that small area and buy more time for their comrades guarding the boxes.
When the expert from the Mysterious Realm finally dealt with the last person in his line of sight and reopened the map, the two red dots on it had already moved far away in different directions!
His brows tightened.
A group of bandits hurriedly split into two columns again and disappeared at the end of the official road;
……
At the foot of Songshan Mountain, in the woods near the east, a man with superior protective abilities rushed through the forest with firm determination, his left arm holding a dispatch box while his right hand gripped a sword. All traces of his earlier distress were gone, and he appeared much more relaxed.
That was because not far behind him lay a piece of paper that had just been delivered, reading: “They went west! Be careful on the road!”
Unfortunately, the good times didn’t last long.
This man had clearly forgotten one thing—this was the Shaolin Temple on Songshan Mountain…
At the foot of Shaoshan Mountain, Shaolin monks appeared frequently, and the ornate box in his hands acted like a mobile radio constantly emitting signals, attracting all players within a mile radius.
Soon, silhouettes appeared all around the forest.
The man’s face paled as he stopped in shock.
Trouble found him again!
Among those approaching, the first few wore grayish-white monk robes and carried staffs to their shoulders. Despite their pale faces, they exhaled steadily, their cold eyes fixed on him—none other than the Thirteen Staff Monks resurrected from Shaolin Temple…
……
On the official road outside the pavilion, bandits from the Mysterious Realm arrived with over twenty others at full speed.
Before they could get close, two bandits at the Creative Realm suddenly groaned in pain and tumbled off their horses. This startled the rest of the bandits, who immediately pulled back on their reins and glared angrily at the lone man in black inside the pavilion!