Soul Kill

"Damn it, this battlefield is too vast. Where are we supposed to find Jiang Ping An?"

On the battlefield, more than thirty top-tier assassins had gathered together. While fighting the Demon Race, they searched for Jiang Ping An's trail.

The battlefield was simply too large. They had been searching here for years, yet still had not found him.

"As assassins, we need patience," an assassin beside them said calmly.

"Still, Jiang Ping An is proficient in so many laws. He should be easy to identify. Why is he so hard to find?"

The thirty-plus people darted swiftly across the battlefield, searching for Jiang Ping An's whereabouts.

While traveling, one assassin looked toward the sea of blood at the forefront of the battlefield. "I wonder what kind of technique that senior cultivates. It's terrifying. That sea of blood seems capable of swallowing every living thing."

When they had first entered, they had noticed that sea of blood condensed from killing intent. Wherever it passed, any demons sucked inside never emerged again, frightening the Demon Race so badly that they did not dare approach.

As more and more demons were swallowed, the sea of blood grew increasingly terrifying. Even from far away, it made their hair stand on end.

It could be said that the sea of blood was the most terrifying place on the entire battlefield. That unknown senior alone guarded an entire region.

"This person's combat strength is probably comparable to Jiang Ping An's," an assassin sighed.

"Hehe, Jiang Ping An is nothing. Just the killing intent radiated by that senior is enough to scare him so badly he wouldn't dare move."

Just as the assassins were discussing this, a figure suddenly emerged from the sea of blood. Everyone froze.

That person's appearance...

"Am I seeing things? He looks like