"Assassin Dynasty! Hell, Mortal Realm, Blackwater, get out of here!"
Everyone was stunned. One figure after another rushed out from all directions—even from within the crowd itself—to surround and kill Li Heng. What chilled them to the bone was that these people had gotten so close without anyone noticing. It was truly terrifying.
The Assassin Dynasty's concealment techniques were horrifying, practically eerie. Even Li Heng, the Eighth Great Bandit, had been caught off guard and surrounded by numerous assassins. He had been ambushed from the very beginning and suffered serious injuries.
Still, he was, after all, the renowned Eighth Great Bandit of the Northern Region and had a few trump cards of his own. He counterattacked and killed several assassins surrounding him. Unfortunately, there were simply too many enemies. After fighting one battle after another, his qi and blood eventually became depleted.
"Grandpa..."
Li Heishui was trapped in the encirclement. He watched as an old assassin hurled a spear, pinning his grandfather Li Heng to a stone cliff. Wound after wound appeared on Li Heng's body, and his blood flowed without end.
These assassins were not merely trying to kill him. They intended to torture the Eighth Great Bandit to death, making him bleed dry and leaving his corpse to desiccate, thereby establishing the might of the Assassin Dynasty.
"Pang Bo, you're all doomed this time."
The Assassin Dynasty had yet to officially reap Pang Bo and the others when a sinister voice filled with hatred rang out. It was Liu Yunzhi, Li Changqing, and the others—former classmates of Ye Fan and Pang Bo. They were leading a group of people and cooperating with Divine Spirit Valley to surround and kill Tu Fei and the others.
"Liu Yunzhi, fuck... your grandmother... Once I get out of here, I'll wipe out