As everyone advanced, a dozen or so black-robed assassins vanished from their positions. When they appeared again, they had surrounded a late Core Formation cultivator.
Before the cultivator could offer any resistance, several sharp swords had pierced his body. Even his divine sense had no time to escape.
Everything happened in a flash of lightning and sparks. The cultivator had exposed an opening for only an instant, but the assassins seized it and killed him on the spot.
Mo Caihuan sucked in a breath of cold air. This was far too outrageous.
"Stay focused. Don't expose any openings. Even a Nascent Soul cultivator can't withstand moves that strike at a weakness like this," Moon Worshipper warned.
But no one could remain focused forever.
Mo Caihuan had been distracted too, and that was an opening. Fortunately, the Shadow Legion around her reacted, engaging the black-robed assassins that teleported over.
The Shadow Legion was no match for them ordinarily, but with the butterflies' support, it actually blocked the assassins' first wave of attacks.
When Mo Caihuan regained her alertness, the assassins returned to their original positions with a series of swishes and resumed their watch.
This is so stifling. If only I could attack first, Mo Caihuan thought, still shaken.
The desert stretched endlessly, and no one knew how long they would have to walk. The longer it took, the more people grew distracted, the more openings appeared, and the more people died.
When they entered the center of the desert, the black-robed killers disappeared, replaced by even more dangerous red-robed killers.
Bai Tong stared maliciously at Moon Worshipper's group, intending to use the killers to eliminate them.
The red-robed killers were stronger in combat.
"Moon Worshipper, you humiliated me. Today will be the day you die," he murmured. His hands formed