"Hiss!"
The raging flames were finally extinguished, leaving the streets in a mess.
The high-rise buildings, shrouded in smog, looked up at their burned-down homes and almost wept.
In the aftermath of Xiao Han's battle with the Shadow Leopard, their dwellings were affected, and flames erupted.
The flames, imbued with a trace of the Crimson Demon King's characteristics, were difficult to extinguish. The black panthers, intimidated by Xiao Han, turned their fear into rage, driving the "Gray Haze" nobles to use dirty water from the sewers to put out the fire. Their fur was scorched by the splashing flames, leaving them in a sorry state.
As for the group of shadow guards who rushed over upon hearing the news, they frantically chased after the surreal skeleton that ran so fast and even turned around to taunt them.
"call out!"
The streetlights, emitting a faint glow, lined both sides of the street, dispelling some of the darkness and providing convenience for residents who were out at night.
A series of swift shadows flashed by, and as a high-ranking official arrived, the shadow guards who had been blocking the street knelt on one knee, displaying utmost respect.
"Hiss..."
The armored warhorse stopped, and an old figure stepped out of the carriage it was pulling.
He had dry, silver-gray hair, looked to be around forty years old, had a sharp nose like an eagle, and a pair of cloudy, azure eyes that flashed with a bloodthirsty light.
He listened calmly to his subordinates' mission reports, clad in his inner armor.
Khrushchev, the old butler of the Gubang family.
But he is not just a butler. His inherited rare profession allows him to maintain smooth blood circulation and pure magical energy even in his sixties, making him a key member of the Gubang family's high-level combat force.
After a long period of development, the emergence of rare professions on the continent of Midland marked the beginning of prosperity for the cultivation civilization. Powerful rare professions exploded like an geyser. Subsequently, in a short period of time, the prevalence of top-tier professions such as heroes and demon kings marked the peak of the civilization of swords and magic. A single strike could shatter a meteorite from outer space, and a single sword could traverse 30,000 miles. Top-tier professionals were comparable to gods, and some even took the step towards becoming gods!
Of course, even though Khrushchev, who became the steward of a large family in a barren small city, wasn't quite that abnormal, he was still among the strong.
Blood Warriors can unleash power far exceeding their current strength by consuming their own blood energy. In addition, Hruf is shrewd and cunning, like a cunning old fox. The Divine Court and the Tulip family have suffered many losses at his hands. Therefore, the Gubang family entrusted him with an important task and put him in charge of this operation.
"That fox tricked you all."
Khrushchev took a sip of tea and said calmly.
"Yes...yes, but your subordinate has sealed off all the streets in the east. We will definitely bring him back before dawn and interrogate him to find out his secrets."
The usually high-ranking White Leopard was trembling with fear, glancing at Khrushchev out of the corner of his eye. Peel back the skin of that kind and harmless face to reveal the hideous demon within.
Beneath him was a lightly dressed skeleton warrior, bound by ropes, looking up at the starry sky with the soul fire in his eye sockets, seemingly reminiscing about his past glorious achievements.
"Losing one target is insignificant."
Khruf put down his teacup, a look of surprise appearing on his kind face: "I never expected that the fox-man would actually kill the Shadow Leopard."
"For a Bronze-ranked player to defeat a Silver-ranked player, secret techniques, bloodlines, and potions are all important factors. The information you've gathered... doesn't seem to be very accurate."
Khrushchev smiled and drew his sword. The silver blade gleamed with a frosty light under the bright moonlight.
Upon seeing this, the white leopard trembled.
That sword was a powerful soul weapon, containing the dual attributes of ice and fire.
The fact that Khrushchev drew his sword clearly indicated that he was enraged.
"call out!"
Hruf suddenly thrust out his sword, and a layer of frost condensed, killing the skeleton warrior from a distance.
The roaring magical energy erupted, swirling upwards and freezing the skeleton's bones with a layer of frost, instantly extinguishing the flames that were full of interesting souls.
"The necromancer is a truly powerful profession; even the skeletons they modify are so amazing."
Hruf stepped forward and touched the skeleton warrior's frame, feeling its hardness, no less than that of the fine equipment crafted within the family.
If one could subdue a necromancer, the endless stamina and tireless skeletons, clad in armor, could form an army in a short time.
However, Bai Bao did not seriously investigate the forces behind Xiao Han, and it was a real pity that he included Xiao Han and his group on the list for this operation.
It seems that the luxurious lifestyle of the past few years has corrupted White Leopard; it's time to cultivate new talent.
As he pondered this, a glint of blood flashed from Hruuf's fingers, but the skeleton warrior did not fall apart as expected; instead, the ice crystal-formed bones became even more translucent.
"Snap!"
Amidst the horrified gazes of the crowd, the skeleton warrior twisted his head to face Hruuf, and the extinguished soul fire reignited, the eerie blue flames accompanied by a devilish groan!
Khrushchev's expression changed drastically!
A powerful aura erupted, as if it had transformed into a mountain, and ruthlessly suppressed him!
The frozen skeleton warriors, like long-dormant volcanoes, erupted with terrifying flames that shot straight into the sky!
Mental strength!
Awaken extraordinary spiritual power!
This almost tangible spiritual power transformed into a spewing volcano, blasting a breach in everyone's mental world and pouring out endless molten lava and crimson flames!
Everyone within a hundred meters felt a wave of dizziness as blazing flames shot into the sky, blasting their mental world and leaving their thoughts blank!
The necromancer's hidden trump card left everyone breathless!
"Blood Explosion Technique!"
Hruf let out a soft shout, and the powerful blood energy within his body erupted, unleashing a force that resisted the mental impact!
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