The twang of bowstrings rang out in waves. All the assassins had heard their respective tower masters' orders and were preparing to use arrows to settle everything before them!
Those arrows were specially made, their tips coated with a lethal poison that sealed the throat upon drawing blood. Even a scratch would leave a person dead within the time it took to burn an incense stick.
From afar, He Qiufeng suddenly shouted, "Du Yulin, hand over the spirit sword, and our tower master will spare your life!"
Liu Rumeng froze for a moment, glanced at Black and White Impermanence, then suddenly gave a seductive smile.
"The order I received was to take both the spirit sword and her head!" Her smile was beautiful, but her words were bone-chilling, as though Du Yulin's head would be severed the very next moment.
Black Drought Demon paused, then looked at Du Yulin and laughed. "See? Even the Second Tower can't protect you!" Her laughter was full of mockery.
Yet Du Yulin went still at that moment.
She had not expected that, even at the brink of life and death... the clerk beneath the eaves still would not make a move for her!
In that instant, she despaired!
The desperate woman finally unleashed her final killing move—
She raised her head to the sky and murmured softly, "Wang Xian, take care of yourself!"
With that, one hand gripped her sword while the other opened wide, as though she wanted to embrace the night with her life!
Boom!
In a flash, the void suddenly shook violently, as though something was descending from beyond the heavens, seeking to cross the void and appear before them all!
The tremors grew fiercer and fiercer. Even the ground began to quake, making it impossible to stand steadily.
"Dead woman,