I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

The poison rapidly infiltrated through the wound. The squad leader didn’t even have time to feel pain before his vision went black. All his strength vanished instantly, and the longsword in his hand clattered to the ground as his body slumped down.

Several other Xue Dao Battle Group members attempting to sneak attack from behind also couldn’t escape the spider silk’s assault — some had their wrists pierced by threads, poison rapidly spreading up their arms, disrupting their spiritual energy; others had threads coiled around their ankles, collapsing in the snow, unable to rise again.

Standing in place, the Poisonous Widow, with a slight turn of her wrist, quietly eradicated the rear threats on the battlefield. Like a graceful yet deadly spider queen, she cleared the obstacles for the barbarian group’s advance in the most covert manner.

Just as the battle reached its fiercest moment, white figures flashed amidst the wind and snow.

Members of the Shadow Division moved like phantoms to the rear of the Xue Dao Battle Group, their white cloaks merging with the wind and snow, almost undetectable.

Their daggers shimmered with a cold light, each strike accurately targeting vital points — spiritual core, throat, heart — with no hesitation, often being a one-hit kill, leaving no time for even a scream.

”Who?!”

A Xue Dao Battle Group commander just sensed movement behind him before feeling a cold sensation on his neck as blood spurted out, and he slumped to the ground.

He never saw the person who killed him, even in death.

In the span of a few breaths, the battle quickly became one-sided.

Members of the Shadow Division moved like reapers, weaving through the Xue Dao Battle Group. Each appearance marked the end of a life.

Already heavily wounded and suffering great losses, the Xue Dao Battle Group was now worse off, beset by both the fierce barbarian assault and the Shadow Division’s ambush. Exhausted, some began to break down and flee in all directions.