Assassination

"Soul Bind" was incredibly powerful, but unfortunately, it had no effect on Solam. In fact, no spell in this world could harm Solam's soul. The eternity within Solam's soul was firmer than anything in this world.

The black glow of "Soul Bind" quickly vanished, and the diamond in the assassin's hand was left completely empty. Then, the unlucky assassin suffered a backlash from the spell!

"Pfft!" The assassin spat out a huge mouthful of blood out of nowhere. "How is this possible?"

To become immune to the effects of "Soul Bind," one needed an exceptionally strong will. This contest of wills required both caster and target to focus their minds completely. That was why the assassin had slit Solam's throat before using the spell. After all, if someone's throat was suddenly cut open, their mind would inevitably fall into chaos.

In fact, his thinking had been correct, and his response had been entirely reasonable. Solam had indeed been startled—he had even been distracted. But the problem was that Solam simply feared no spell that affected the soul. All that could be said was that this assassin was unlucky. He had done nothing wrong, yet somehow made himself cough up blood.

The instant the assassin spat blood, several shadowy figures suddenly emerged from every corner of the room and attacked him. Though the assassin was vomiting blood, he had not lost his combat ability. Instead, he flung out the sleeve blades in both hands at top speed, blocking attacks coming from every direction!

Fights between assassins had always been quiet. They would not, like warriors, engage in broad, sweeping battles for three hundred rounds, nor would they make a grand spectacle like mages whenever they fought. An assassin's battle took place within a confined space, and often ended with a single