The Shadow Assassin's face turned pale as paper in an instant, and a flicker of panic suddenly flashed through his eyes.
He had never expected Zhao Yun to arrive so quickly, and from the looks of it, Zhao Yun had long since locked onto his aura.
Facing this expert who had already slain several Shadow Assassins, he knew full well that he stood no chance before Zhao Yun.
"Zhao Yun, you... don't come any closer!"
The Shadow Assassin's voice trembled violently. His legs unconsciously retreated, his gaze darting about as he tried to find even the slightest chance to escape in his surroundings.
However, Zhao Yun's powerful aura was like an invisible, indestructible prison, trapping him firmly in place. No matter how he struggled, he could not break free.
Gritting his teeth, the Shadow Assassin's eyes flashed with mad resolve. "Since I can't escape, then I'll drag you down to the grave with me!"
Zhao Yun gave a cold laugh, killing intent overflowing from his eyes. "If you dare lay hands on disciples of my Wanze Sect, you must be prepared to pay a painful price.
"You think that with those little concealment tricks of yours, you can leave unscathed before me?"
At that moment, the Shadow Assassin suddenly reached into his robes and pulled out a pitch-black pill. He glared at Zhao Yun with a twisted expression and roared, "Don't force me!"
Seeing this, Zhao Yun knew that once the other party swallowed the Soul Devouring Pill, death would be inevitable. Yet his expression remained unchanged, and he made no move to stop him.
His expression was calm, but his tone brimmed with mockery. "A Soul Devouring Pill? You think a pill like this can let you contend with me? Utterly foolish!"
The Shadow Assassin's hand trembled slightly, madness