Zhou Gan's body flashed crimson. A blood tentacle grabbed the school wall, and he swung himself over it. Wang Lesheng wasn't far behind—not because he was especially athletic, but because he'd summoned his Inner Demon. It was a gigantic black-furred rat, and Wang Lesheng rode it as it leaped into the school.
The two squads of the Shadow Legion split up. Two Assassins received Lu Li's order to destroy the security cameras. Before the two guards could react, a pair of pitch-black hands knocked them unconscious. The entire school had become a battlefield for the players.
Four or five Shadow Assassins kept hurling Shadow Darts. Crimson light surged from Zhou Gan, batting away the darts flying toward him.
Another Shadow Assassin appeared in front of Zhou Gan. With a flick of its feet, it charged straight at him, abandoning the Assassin's creed of striking once and fleeing a thousand miles. Now they were more like death warriors, willing to give their lives to complete their master's orders. The Short Blade in its hand stabbed toward Zhou Gan, but a blood-red whip struck it apart. The shadow-made blade dissolved before it could hit the ground.
Zhou Gan's movements faltered. A dozen darts blocked his way forward, and seven or eight Claw Ghosts rushed over, roaring excitedly. Their sharp claws gleamed, filling Zhou Gan with a terrible feeling. He understood that he'd become the prey.
Lu Li pursued Wang Lesheng with only three Shadow Assassins and two Claw Ghosts at his side. The Shadow Legion's main force was dealing with Zhou Gan, and Lu Li was handling Wang Lesheng himself, so a few supporting troops were enough.
"La la la, little mouse, stop running! Just hand over your module. Trust me, I promise I won't kill you!" Lu Li moved with uncanny