1899: C1899 successful assassination

C1899 successful assassination

Seeing that they had successfully defended against dead race's wave of soul attacks, many Disciples of the Divine Hall s and Disciples of the Divine Hall s couldn't help but break out into a cold sweat. Countless fiery gazes all turned towards the draconic figure at the front of the group.2

They all knew that the reason why they were able to block the dead race's attack without any effort was undoubtedly because of Long Bufan. If not for him, perhaps just this wave of soul attacks would have struck one third of their group.

"How is this possible?!"

The dead leader revealed a surprised expression and said softly, her eyes filled with a gloomy green light, looking at Long Bufan and the others in disbelief, obviously feeling that the result was unbelievable.

"AHH!"

Right at this moment, a miserable scream suddenly sounded out, all of the gazes looked towards the source of the scream, and quickly found the source of the scream, which came from the outermost Dead race member.

Unknowingly, this black robed Dead race member had a black figure following him from behind. With a black dagger in his hand, he pierced through the other party's head.

"Pfft!"

The black human figure's eyes were cold and ruthless. After successfully attacking and killing, he swiftly and swiftly drew his dagger, causing a dark-red blood and white brain fluid to spurt out from the bloody hole on his head.

"Ugh ?"

This Dead race member opened his eyes wide in fear. His thin body twitched a few times, then completely stiffened. All of the life in his body seemed to have been sucked out along with the dagger, disappearing completely.

Without a doubt, the black figure who had assassinated the Dead race member this time was undoubtedly the only assassin among all the assassins of the twelve blood guards, Wu Moying!

"Old Wu, good job!"

When Dragon Fang, Liu Yunluo, Ye Chen, Lu Zifeng and Murong Yin saw this, they all happily shouted out, "Hurry and retreat into Boss' realm of law, don't be afraid of those soul attacks!"

"Well done!"

The Disciples of the Divine Hall and the other Beastman Warriors s could not help but let out a cry of alarm as well.

"This human assassin is truly not simple." A complicated look flashed through Lao Sa's scarlet eyes. Remembering the scene of Wu Moying and Long Bufan joining hands to assassinate him, he still had some lingering fear in his heart.

Woosh!

As for Wu Moying who had taken out his dagger, his figure quickly retreated. Taking advantage of when most of the members of dead line were still in shock and unable to react, his actions was extremely straightforward, and he avoided the enemy's attack range without any delay.

"Bastard, you dared to kill my dead race's men. I will make your souls suffer an excruciating pain!"

He suddenly raised the pitch black sickle in his hand, and at the same time, all of the Dead race member were filled with an extremely cold energy that rippled outwards. They all gathered together, and poured into the black sickle.

Bang!

Immediately, the black sickle released a tremendous amount of resentment, as if there were countless ghosts lingering on the sickle, letting out terrifying, mournful wails.

"He's going to use his killing move huh ?"

Sensing this cold and dense energy fluctuation, Long Bufan's expression gradually became serious, and he muttered.

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