The Annihilator: Killer Of Gods

Chapter 185 The Blinking Shadow

'System, what are we dealing with?' Karsha stealthily made his way toward the approaching enemies. The system could now actively scan up to 10 miles around him and even cover the entire continent if necessary.

However, the 10-mile range only showed active threats, so reporting early would give Karsha a few seconds of preparation before the threat arrived.

< 20 Saints are approaching in four groups. >

"Tsk, 20 Saints?" Karsha muttered. He could sense the enemies, but because he hadn't reached the Sage level yet to access divine sense—which would allow him to see all around him instead of just sensing—he had to rely on the system.

"Wait, why don't I try something new?" Karsha immediately activated his Third Eye, turning his eyes dark and extending his perception.

"Bingo," Karsha smiled wickedly.

"Bunch of idiots. Is this how you sneak up on someone?" Karsha chuckled as he watched the 20 Saints rushing toward him stealthily, now visible thanks to his Third Eye's range.

They made sure to stay at least 10 kilometers away from the boat. That distance was enough to escape the senses of a typical Grandmaster. Most Grandmasters had a sensory range of only 2 kilometers, while the more talented or powerful ones could sense up to 5 kilometers.

However, they had picked the wrong target this time. Karsha's senses had advanced beyond the 15 kilometers he was capable of before, especially after he awakened his Soul Sea.

He could now sense up to 25 kilometers if he willed it. But never in his wildest dreams did he think that using his Third Eye would have such a powerful effect. Now, he could see all the Saints moving toward him, even those trying to hide their auras.

"Good, this is good. You idiots formed the perfect groups. Group one, welcome your death." Karsha blinked into the shadows and moved toward the first group approaching from the right. Each group maintained a 2-kilometer distance from the others, so sneakily eliminating them wouldn't be difficult.

"I don't know why the Young Master wants us to sneak up on this brat. Look, he doesn't even know we're coming. The boat is even losing speed," one of the Saints said, his voice full of hate and ridicule.

"Idiot! If you want to die, then rush in and kill yourself. That brat survived 60 days on the Snake Island. Do you really think someone like him can be killed so easily? Don't get cocky just because you've killed a few Grandmasters," another Saint, apparently the leader of the group, reprimanded him.

"Tsk, he's just a Grandmaster. I bet he survived by hiding the whole time," the cocky Saint retorted.

"Even so, he survived. That should tell you he has strong survival skills. People like that are hard to kill. If I were you, I'd start thinking about how to kill him in one strike instead of being cocky," the leader said again. However, before the cocky Saint could respond, another voice interrupted them.

"My, my, what do we have here?" For a moment, everyone froze but their instincts kicked in, and they quickly looked at the newcomer.

"You should listen to your leader—some people are just hard to kill," Karsha said to the cocky Saint with a smile.

"Who are you?" the cocky Saint asked.

"Me? I'm the Grim Reaper," Karsha smiled as a dagger appeared in his hand. The cocky Saint only saw the dagger after his head was already in the air. The others moved to attack, but before the first could strike, his head too was severed.

The remaining three Saints wore grim expressions. They couldn't tell how Karsha was moving, but every time they sensed him, like a shadow, he blinked away.

"Behind you..." the leader shouted, but it was too late. Another Saint lost his head, leaving only two. Karsha's movements were bizarre. He seemed to have a presence, but every time they tried to attack, he blinked away. The only time they could pinpoint his location was when a head flew into the air.

The fourth head flew into the air, leaving only the leader, who was now trembling like a child.

"Please, don't kill me," he pleaded, falling back onto his butt. The terror he had just experienced was too horrific. It all happened so fast—the four Saints fell within 3 seconds, leaving headless bodies on the ground.

"You're from the Varon Family?" Karsha asked with a stern gaze. The trembling Saint nodded; he didn't have the will to lie. Lying would only get him killed.

Karsha smiled. Seeing the evil grin on his face, the Saint shuddered. Karsha walked closer and stepped on his leg. "You seem like a decent guy. Too bad you're on the wrong side," Karsha shook his head. He didn't feel any personal resentment toward these assassins, but he believed killing them was the only way to weaken his enemy's forces.

"Please don't kill me. I promise I won't come after you again. I'll even run away with my family and never go back to the Varon Family," the Saint continued to plead, but Karsha didn't budge. It had been 20 seconds already, but since he could sense the locations of the others, he wasn't worried.

Xian was safely aboard the boat, absorbing the Spirit Fruit, so Karsha wasn't concerned. He could kill all the Saints anytime he wanted.

"Tell me, was it Vance who sent you, or his father? And how many of you did they send?" Karsha knew Vance hated him, but his father, Hugh, was more powerful and had the authority to send as many assassins as needed to eliminate him. However, seeing only Saints sent after him, Karsha couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

"It was Master Hugh. He deployed 5 Sages and 20 Saints, but we don't know where the Sages are. But don't worry—if you run fast enough, you'll be able to escape them," the trembling Saint stammered.

"I guess they've started taking action. Good, this is good," Karsha smiled, seeing his plans progressing as expected. He could have ignored Vance when he returned from the island, but Karsha knew that doing so would only result in a never-ending cycle of conflict. So, he made sure his one decisive attack would prompt the Varon Family to take bold actions.

"The more they come, the better. At the very least, I'll be able to absorb more blood and saturate my core quickly." Karsha smiled once more, then shifted his gaze to the Saint.

"What is your name?" Karsha asked.

"I am Khan," the Saint answered in a shaky tone.

"Today is your lucky day, Khan. I won't kill you, but I want you to deliver a message to two people for me." Karsha went on to explain what the message was and who it should be delivered to. He even gave Khan 10,000 low-tier spirit stones and a pill. "Take your family and run away. Take this pill when you wake up, and be sure to follow all the instructions I gave you.

Know this—if you try anything fishy, I will know. And don't even bother hiding; I will find you," Karsha warned. The trembling Saint nodded, and then instantly felt pain as Karsha's punch knocked him unconscious.

Bang.

Karsha knocked Khan out cold, then took a sample of his blood before speeding away. He didn't kill him, but he took something even more important. Karsha needed blood samples to train the last ability of his Blood Manipulation skill.

He currently had a 'B' Mastery of the skill, and mastering the last ability would push him to 'A' Mastery. He could sense that the skill was more than it appeared to be—especially the blood-tracking ability. The more his mastery increased, the stronger that feeling tugged at him.

It took only a second for Karsha to appear behind the second group. Within three seconds, all five were dead. "Tsk, useless bunch. At least they have some use," Karsha muttered.

He needed to kill 10,000 Tier 7 Saints, 1,000 Tier 8 Sages, 20 Tier 7 Terror Mutants, and 2 Tier 8 Lesser Mutants as part of the requirements to unlock the Dark Prince Persona. He had already started filling the Tier 7 and Terror Mutant quotas on the island and the red planet.

In fact, he had already killed 1,200 Tier 7 monsters on the island and Red Planet, so adding 19 more wouldn't be a bad thing. Had they not targeted him, he wouldn't have killed them.

"Let me take care of the Saints before the Sages appear," Karsha muttered as he blinked away. Within seconds, all five members of the third team fell to his corrosive dagger. The fourth team followed swiftly.

The entire massacre took less than a minute. With his Blink Skill now capable of covering up to 10 kilometers, Karsha didn't need to spend much time at all.

He could have killed them in 10 seconds if he wanted.

"Looks like the Sages are running behind. I guess I'll wait for them on the boat." Karsha smiled, then blinked away. In five seconds, he caught up to the flying boat.

He had already ensured that he could blink aboard, so even though it was flying 30 meters off the ground, he blinked and appeared through the shadow cast by his glaive.

"Don't worry, buddy, you'll taste Sage blood today," Karsha said to his glaive before sitting at the bow of the boat. His senses spread wide, monitoring everything. If the Sages came within range, he would act.

Ten minutes passed, but nobody showed up. Karsha remained silent, continuing to monitor his surroundings. Now that he could use his Third Eye in this way, he knew that anything within his range would be detected.

"Following us so sneakily seems a bit creepy. Why don't you come aboard?" Suddenly, Karsha turned his gaze in a specific direction and spoke. For a moment, nothing happened. Then, a second later, a cloaked figure emerged from the shadows, floating in the air.

"It's you..."