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So many bloodthirsty assassins were curled up on the ground, writhing in pain and repenting for their sins.

Even the Nether Shadow Pavilion Master was shedding tears nonstop.

He desperately wanted to bring down the blade in his hand, yet a deeper thought in his heart told him he could not do it...

Amid this intense struggle, the Nether Shadow Pavilion Master let out a furious roar.

"Damn Han Xing! What exactly did you do?"

"I'm going to kill you!"

His fury did not last long before he was once again overwhelmed by sorrow.

"Wuwuwu... I can't do this... I can't do this!!!"

The Nether Shadow Pavilion Master cried out hoarsely, and the blade in his hand slowly lowered.

At the same time.

Everyone on the battlefield regained their sight.

Then, they saw the Nether Shadow Pavilion Lords lying on the ground, weeping bitterly.

As well as the Void Dire Wolf standing at the center of the battlefield, strange cries constantly echoing from its belly.

Clearly, the cause of all this was the Sorrow Statue.

This freakishly powerful strange artifact!

Under the effects of this bizarre item, almost no one below the Divine Domain Lord level could withstand it. It was practically unstoppable.

Just like now, even the Nether Shadow Pavilion Master, whose combat power was comparable to that of a Great Beast Lord, could not help being engulfed by sorrow.

He knelt on the ground, placed his high-level source weapon beside him, and wept without end.

At the same time, Han Xing noticed that the aura around the Nether Shadow Pavilion Master was much weaker than before.

Clearly, this was the price he had paid for unleashing that attack.

Han Xing, meanwhile, was not affected at all.

Seeing this scene, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.