The assassin did not hesitate for a moment. The instant he struck, he turned and fled, spiritual wings bursting from his back as he beat them with all his strength and sped into the distance like lightning.
But how could Xing Suo let him go? A low, rapid chant erupted like icy water meeting boiling oil. He pointed his staff forward, and a dark red giant hand appeared out of thin air, grabbing the assassin. Star Demon Grip—the Star Demon Clan's powerful control magic.
In Xing Xuan's eyes, the assassin was already dead. As the Demon Clan's strongest magic race, the Star Demon Clan possessed powerful innate perception. It was precisely this perception that had saved his life, allowing him to sense the assassin's presence at the most critical moment. Even as an Eighth Rank powerhouse, he was equally vulnerable against an assassin. After all, the Star Demon Clan was a purely magical race. Star Demons were incredibly powerful once they unleashed magic, but being attacked without preparation was an entirely different matter.
From the assassin's earlier attack, he could tell that this was a human Seventh Rank assassin, and a remarkably formidable one at that—at least around the fifth level of the Seventh Rank. Otherwise, the assassin could not have gotten so close before being detected, much less broken through his defensive equipment. But so what? Star Demon Grip was an innate magic of the Star Demon Clan. Though it required chanting, it was released with extreme speed and was a powerful Seventh Rank control spell. An assassin could not break free in a short time, and that would be more than enough for his companions to tear him to pieces.
However, just as icy killing intent spread through Xing Suo's eyes, the assassin trapped by Star Demon Grip