A meteor suddenly shot up from the ground and went straight through the deepest part of the palace.

However, before he could rush to his destination, a dark red figure suddenly attacked from the side and rear.

The blade cut through the blocking gun, leaving a long scratch and sparks, and then it continued to move forward, slashing towards Sifley.

There was a loud bang in the sky, and then two people exploded and fell from the sky.

Before Sifley could move forward again, the red-clad assassin leader followed closely and swung down the dangerous blade in an instant.

In that instant, the assassinating scimitar was like a hazy phantom, leaving a trail of afterimages in the air, making it difficult to distinguish. Even though Sifley had swept down many blades with his gun blade, causing sparks, three of them still slashed directly at him, splashing blood and cutting into narrow wounds.

A feeling of numbness came over him, and then he lost some of his physical awareness, which made the Demon Sequence 7 general feel nervous.

This was not the time to hesitate. He stared with his eyes, the weapon in his hand was wrapped in blood patterns, infused with boiling and intense magic power, and then he stabbed out at full speed.

The tip of the gun instantly crossed the distance of time and space, penetrated the body of the assassin leader on the opposite side, and came out from behind him.

The spear blade retracted, bringing out a large amount of blood. The Sequence 7 assassin leader staggered and fell to the ground, while Sifley also felt dizzy and weak, and could not stand steadily.

He used pain to stimulate his nerves, then took out the medicines he had prepared in the past from his arms and poured them into his mouth one by one. Some of them could restore physical strength, heal wounds, and some could forcibly suppress toxins.

The mixture of these medicinal liquids flowed down his throat, making him feel a cool sensation spread throughout his body, and his previously numb perception also recovered a little.

But at this moment, a sharp blade suddenly pierced his back and then emerged from his chest. The cold touch made the general feel like he was falling into an ice cellar.

"die!"

In anger, he ignored his injuries and swept back in an instant, but the assassin leader had disappeared behind him. Looking in front of him, the figure who was originally kneeling on the ground had turned into pieces of dissipating ashes. It was just an illusory substitute.

Holding the wound that was bleeding continuously, the general used his strong willpower to force himself to remain calm, and then stood in place with high alert.

But the assassin hiding in the shadows clearly had a grim patience, quietly waiting for the general to gradually lose blood and his strength to be exhausted.

The deadly poison on the blade spread to the wound, and the bleeding could not be stopped. Sifley felt a chill running through his body, and the long-lost weakness and trembling gradually spread from all parts of his body.

I really can't accept this.

The general fell slowly, splashing on the ground as he bounced up and down slightly, and was no longer moving.

A few seconds later, several sharp daggers shot out from the darkness and pierced the limbs and neck of the body on the ground, before the figure disappeared on the spot.

Scattered raindrops drifted down the turbulent clouds and sky. After losing this powerful fighter, the battle outside once again reached a stalemate, and time slowly passed.

But as the fingers of the body on the ground moved, daggers slid out of the wounds, and the fallen warrior stood up again.

Sifley's face was pale, and blood was oozing out of his wound again as he moved. Fortunately, the assassin had already left.

With trembling hands, he took out the only remaining potion from his pocket and swallowed it. Only then did his face turn slightly redder.

His heart had indeed stopped beating just now, and his body was motionless like a dead person. This was because he had practiced the secret technique of faking death, and the potion he had drunk before, so he was able to deceive the professional assassin.

There is a shortage of manpower now, and fortunately the assassin did not have time to do more or clean up the mess, which allowed him to survive this disaster.

Although Sifley was born into a common family and was extremely talented, he was also aware that there was a gap between him and those true geniuses. That was why he often pondered how to survive when faced with various desperate situations.

People learn and think because of their shortcomings. Since he had benefited from extraordinary potions in the Black Water Lily when he was young, he deeply understood how important some emergency potions were.

This habit also allowed him to survive this danger for the time being.

However, although the crisis was over, things were far from over. He struggled to stand up, carefully recovered and healed his wounds, and then looked in the direction where the beam of light rose.

If Her Majesty the Queen were there.

No, at this moment he felt the warm fluctuations coming from his wrist. This was a communication artifact left by the former Queen. Although it could not transmit sound directly, some simple signals could be transmitted through it.

Her Majesty the Queen was not in the Blood Moon Palace, but in another direction, which seemed more remote and hidden.

After receiving this favorable news, a little hope appeared in Sifley's eyes, and then he headed towards the depths of the palace again.

The rain gradually became weaker, turning into mist-like forms that were carried by the wind. The originally bright pillar of light in the sky began to slowly weaken and eventually dissipate, and the duel in the Blood Moon Hall gradually came to an end.