Inside a different dimension, a hooded woman crouched halfway down on the ground. She had held this pose for 10 minutes and 53 seconds, not daring to move even a finger.
The reason was that black, tadpole-shaped patterns covered the area around her. She did not know what they were, but her instincts told her that she absolutely could not touch them.
If she had another chance to choose, the female assassin would never have thrust out that knife. Never.
She did not dare move or make a sound. Even her breathing could only be shallow. If she had not blinked from time to time, one might have suspected she was a statue.
The female assassin's mental state had completely collapsed. The sight before her reminded her of a character from some game, and her situation was extremely similar to that character's.
Outside.
Su Xiao was still sitting on that boulder. He had used every kind of detection and concealment-countering method he possessed, yet he still could not find any trace of his opponent.
The ground within a three-hundred-meter radius was covered in Alchemy Bombs. Space had also been sealed off, while Boundary Severing Thread had formed trap after trap.
Su Xiao naturally would not let that assassin who had shown off and then hidden away off easily.
The most effective method now was a "mental attack." This so-called mental attack was nothing more than verbal abuse—provoking or insulting the enemy with words.
Unfortunately, Su Xiao was not good at verbal abuse. He was good at cutting people, but as for trash talk, he would forget it.
The standoff continued like this, though neither side had suffered any substantial losses.
The Apostle Eye floated in midair, monitoring every disturbance in the surroundings. Forget a rat approaching—even a mosquito flying over