Black radiance flickered as the shadow continued its assassination. Its movements were fast and simple.
There were no unnecessary moves, only the most direct and straightforward attacks.
Shi Han activated his secret art. The magical power in his body erupted, swirling around him and transforming into golden rings. Runes were engraved upon them, flickering and changing as they wavered between existence and destruction.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Amid the crisp sounds, the short sword stabbed into the golden rings. The rings repeatedly formed and shattered, forcibly withstanding the assassination attempt.
"Ultimate Killing Sword Strike!"
The shadow figure flickered. Sword light stabbed forward as a thousand attacks were condensed into one.
A point of cold light illuminated the endless void.
The golden rings flickered and were damaged in an instant.
The sword light continued to flash, stabbing toward Shi Han's heart.
Shi Han pointed a finger. It instantly turned golden, flashing with dazzling radiance as it clamped down on the short sword.
The shadow figure cackled as its body instantly misted, transforming into endless fog that spread across a ten-mile radius. Trapped within the fog, everyone's vision was obstructed, and even their Divine Soul senses had fallen by countless levels.
Yet within the fog, figures began to appear one after another.
These figures moved quickly and steadily, assassinating the soldiers.
Pfft!
Pfft!
Blades pierced flesh. Nascent Souls were damaged, and Primordial Spirits shattered.
Lu Xuanji's eyes flickered. As he looked toward the endless void, the world obscured by the fog became clear, and the scene of both sides fighting entered everyone's eyes.
Twelve assassins had appeared within the fog, moving like ghosts.
Some assassins flickered rapidly as they assassinated the soldiers, while others were attacking General Shi Han.
The fog concealed these assassins' faces, making it impossible to see their True Faces.