No, there's something dirty...
The fourth leader stared at the little turtle that was hastily fleeing in front of him.
His tiny eyes were filled with immense terror.
Each seemingly clumsy roll of the turtle was actually a calculated move. Every movement it made was perfectly timed to coincide with the point where the fourth leader's strength shifted, leaving him powerless and extremely frustrated.
At this moment, he
He swung the dagger so hard it was almost smoking.
But they couldn't even touch the edge of that turtle...
Every attack either hit the turtle's shell or missed its target entirely.
It looks like I've hit hundreds or thousands of times.
But it was completely useless...
It's not entirely useless; at least it expended a lot of my energy...
At this point, the fourth leader was finding the fight increasingly difficult and frightening.
His long combat experience constantly suggested that he should retreat.
Just as he was about to withdraw and catch his breath,
But suddenly he felt an invisible force following him like a shadow, locking him firmly in place.
This power was mysterious and unpredictable, seemingly originating from an ancient ferocious beast, carrying an extremely terrifying pressure.
Forcing him to get close to this little turtle in front of him
At this moment, the fourth leader felt like a moth caught in a spider web; the more he struggled, the tighter the restraints became...
As time passed by, minute by minute...
The fourth leader was having some difficulty even wielding his knife.
Muscle soreness began to surge in like a tidal wave.
The power was rapidly draining away, as if being swallowed by a bottomless pit...
This is fucking...
The fourth leader looked at the panicked turtle, a bitter smile appearing on his lips.
If this continues, I'm afraid I'll become the first diamond-level master assassin to die from exhaustion while swinging my sword during an assassination attempt because I couldn't hit my target...
Thinking of this, the fourth leader felt incredibly ashamed...
This is even more humiliating than having your throat slit...
"This turtle... it's really weird!"
He took a deep breath and moved like a ghost, trying to break free from the strange pulling force. However, no matter how he changed his position, the force remained relentlessly persistent, like a leech clinging to his bone.
"If this keeps up, I'm really going to die of this misery..."
The fourth leader, cornered and desperate, hardened his eyes.
He bit his tongue sharply, his eyes widened, his pupils instantly contracted to pinpoints, and his muscles bulged, veins popping out, as if a series of ferocious pythons were coiling around him...
"Click click click..."
Amidst the cracking sounds of bones breaking, the fourth leader's figure strangely grew several inches taller, his already thin body becoming even more emaciated, resembling a skeleton draped in human skin.
"Huff, huff, huff..."
Black mist surged from his body and quickly spread out.
It enveloped his entire body. The black mist was cold and eerie, carrying a heavy aura of death, as if it were the waters of the River Styx flowing from the deepest hell.
Black mist churned and surged, the surrounding temperature plummeted, and a thin layer of frost formed on the ground. The once brightly lit hall now became dark and eerie, like a ghostly realm...
"Rustling..."
Within the black mist, the fourth leader's figure appeared and disappeared, shifting and shifting like a ghost.
A pair of scarlet eyes flickered in the black mist, like two will-o'-the-wisps...
"It's here!!" Seeing this, another middle-aged man with blond hair and a ghostly glow in the haunted stronghold shouted excitedly.
"Senior Shadow Serpent's ultimate technique, Imperial Black Mist Gaze!! That black mist has the power to sow discord, and combined with that condensed physical body, the moment Senior strikes, the enemy's head will surely roll on the ground!!"
The blond, will-o'-the-wisp-like middle-aged man was excited. He stood at the very front of the crowd, staring excitedly at the crimson eyes within the black mist, and shouted out the name of his self-made move in an extremely childish way:
"Imperial Black Mist Gaze, Attack!!! Huh?? Wait, what are you doing!!"
The immature middle-aged man hadn't even realized what was happening yet.
The fourth leader, hidden within the black mist, did indeed begin to unleash extreme speed.
However, instead of heading towards the little turtle, it charged madly towards the bandits of the fierce stronghold...
"You're still going to attack? I'm too busy running away to go and die!"
The fourth leader, withered and skeletal like a skeleton, had eyes filled with a desperate will to survive.
He sprinted desperately towards the blond-haired man.
Just as he was about to collide head-on with the blond middle-aged man,
Sudden,
Space began to fluctuate.
The space around the fourth leader began to feel as sticky as mud.
The faster he sprinted...
The greater the binding force of that spatial quagmire,
that's all,
The fourth leader, who was as swift as lightning, was directly bound by this spatial quagmire, and his movements became as slow as a snail's crawl...
Not only that, the spatial fluctuations continued to propagate in the opposite direction.
Slowly, step by step, they pulled the fourth leader back to Duobao's side...
"No......"
The fourth leader let out a wail, a glint of despair flashing in his eyes.
"Friend, you've been beating me for so long, and I haven't even laid a finger on you. You're already planning to run away? Isn't that a bit unfair?"
Duobao's voice came from behind him.
Like a death warrant, the fourth leader couldn't help but shudder at first glance.
He looked at Liu Da with a pleading expression: "Boss, help me..."
Liu Da, who was standing to the side, frowned when he saw this scene.
His body shimmered with golden light as he reached out to snatch the fourth leader.
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