Faced with Toji's provocation, Ye Xishui's withered and distorted face froze completely.
The resentment and Destruction desire surging deep within his pupils seemed to be frozen by invisible ice, leaving only an almost empty blankness.
Zhongli Wu's death did not stir up much of the grief she felt for the loss of her son.
That was nothing more than a bastard child she was forced to give birth to by that long-deceased ghost, a tool carrying the ambitions of the Holy Spirit Cult.
What truly chilled her to the bone was the figure wielding the knife, the absolute terror of that incomprehensible, elusive, yet capable of instantly killing Level 98 Super Douluo!
"You... are you the assassin they mentioned?"
Dry, hoarse words were squeezed out from between her teeth, trembling in a way she herself was unaware of.
She recalled how the man had provoked her before he disappeared, with a disdainful look that seemed to disregard life and death, a declaration that "you might be next."
Thinking of this, Ye Xishui began to sweat profusely.
He immediately unleashed his immense Spiritual Power, which surged forth like an invisible tide, frantically scanning the entire battlefield.
From burning tents to billowing smoke, from fleeing taxi drivers to fighting Soul Master...
No!
Not a trace of that man's presence could be detected!
He was as if he had never appeared, yet he seemed to be everywhere!
A deadly assassin completely hidden from perception, yet capable of easily reaping the lives of Super Douluo...
This thought even sent a chill down Ye Xishui's spine, which Death God Douluo for hundreds of years, straight to the top of his head, making his scalp tingle.
She suddenly turned her gaze to the sky.
There, the dark green giant transformed from the Du Busi was clashing violently with Long Xiaoyao's abyss-like Darkness Domain.
Half of the sky was dyed a vibrant yet domineering dark green, while the other half was occupied by pure darkness that devoured everything.
The two immense pressures collided like solid mountains, causing space to groan under their strain, and distorted light flickered wildly at their boundary.
The deafening energy explosions sounded like continuous muffled thunder.
The two sides were evenly matched, and Long Xiaoyao, with his exquisite control over darkness, did not fall behind.
However, Ye Xishui's heart sank.
While Du Busi's breakthrough is certainly troublesome, it is an overt display of power, and we can still manage to contend with and resist it.
The "assassin" lurking in the shadows is the guillotine hanging overhead, ready to fall at any moment.
"We can't delay any longer!"
Alarm bells rang loudly in Ye Xishui's mind.
She forcibly suppressed her fear of Toji and turned her gaze back to the meat grinder-like battlefield below.
Upon closer inspection, the last trace of color had vanished from her face, which was so pale it was almost transparent.
In that brief moment when her gaze shifted...
The battlefield situation has been completely transformed!
What she saw was not the scene of the Holy Spirit Cult's Evil Soul Master slaughtering the Heaven Dou Soul Master, but a death painting that terrified her.
An elder of the Evil Soul Master who was controlling vengeful spirits to attack the battle formation suddenly had his head blown into the sky without warning, blood gushing from his neck cavity. Behind him, a dark red figure holding a knife flashed by.
In the shadows of the ruins, the Plaguebringer, having just unleashed its Deadly Poison Corpse Explosion Technique, had its body neatly split open along its midline, the dark red blade flashing like the Grim Reaper's paper cutter.
Another Evil Soul Master, who had been emitting a shriek and attempting a wide-ranging Spiritual Shock, suddenly stopped whistling. A straight line of blood appeared from his brow to his chin, and his body silently split in two and fell to the ground.
The figure of that assassin, like a wandering avatar of death on the battlefield, appeared with each Teleportation accompanied by the complete annihilation of a core member of the Holy Spirit Cult.
His movements were concise yet brutal: a single sword strike, disappearance, reappearance, and another sword strike...
Highly efficient, precise, and deadly.
The powerful assassin, combined with the Heaven Dou Empire's Soul Master Legion and the Body Sect, suddenly experienced a surge in morale.
With the added pressure of the Du Busi, the once ferocious army of Evil Soul Master collapsed like harvested wheat.
The remaining resistance quickly crumbled under the unpredictable attacks of Toji and the fierce counterattacks of the Heaven Dou Legion.
In the short time it took her to look away, the elite Evil Soul Master that the Holy Spirit Cult had deployed to the battlefield had already been mostly wiped out.
The air, thick with the stench of blood and death, now seemed to bear the cold imprint of that man.
"Hiss..."
Ye Xishui gasped, the icy air feeling like barbs scraping across her throat and stinging her lungs.
Fear, real fear, Entanglement around her heart like a cold, venomous snake.
The breakthrough of Du Busi is still within the realm of understanding, but this "assassin," his mode of existence and his killing efficiency, completely exceed common sense and subvert cognition.
" Xiaoyao, retreat quickly!"
Ye Xishui no longer cared about the grand cause of the Holy Spirit Cult or her boast of destroying the Body Sect. Her hoarse, sharp voice pierced through the violent energy roar in the sky, carrying an unprecedented urgency and a hint of barely perceptible panic, and went straight to Long Xiaoyao's ears.
Long Xiaoyao, who was in the midst of a fierce clash with the giant transformed from the Du Busi Darkness Dragon Claw, was startled upon hearing this.
A hint of surprise flashed in his deep eyes.
Xishui's voice... was tinged with panic?
However, in a duel between masters, a moment's lapse in concentration is a fatal flaw.
"Haha, Long Xiaoyao, you dare to be distracted while fighting me? Take this punch!"
Du Busi's wild laughter exploded like thunder.
The dark green giant seized the moment of hesitation in Long Xiaoyao's mind. A huge fist covered with dark green patterns, carrying a terrifying power capable of shattering mountains and splitting the earth, suddenly broke through the barrier of the Darkness Domain and slammed solidly into Long Xiaoyao's hastily raised arms.
Boom!!!
The black trench coat was instantly torn apart by the violent energy. Long Xiaoyao groaned and flew backward as if struck by a meteorite, a streak of bright red blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
He forced himself to steady himself, his Qi and Blood surging within him. A hint of pain flashed in his eyes, but more so, he was surprised and suspicious of Ye Xishui's unusual reaction.
"How about it? Does my newly attained peak strength meet your standards, old dragon?"
The giant, transformed from the Du Busi, retracted his fist, his roar echoing across the land, filled with exhilaration and pride.
Long Xiaoyao quickly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, glanced at Ye Xishui in the distance with a complicated expression, who was clearly no longer willing to fight, and then scanned the Holy Spirit Cult's lines below that had already collapsed. He instantly understood.
For Xishui to lose her composure like this, there must have been an unimaginable upheaval on the battlefield below.
He made a decisive decision and said in a deep voice to Du Busi:
"Your progress is truly impressive; I'm impressed. You've proven yourself superior today. Du Busi, the outcome is not yet decided. Let's fight again another day. Farewell!"