Yun Zhe suddenly jumped up, cautiously looking at the wall of gray mist around him.
Daniel didn't move; he remained lying on the ground, yet let out a desperate laugh. The laugh was extremely jarring and utterly tragic.
Yun Zhe turned to look at Akdina. The girl remained silent, simply pushing against the gray mist, trying to pass through. Yun Zhe couldn't help but smile wryly.
Even the usually composed Yun Zhe was in turmoil. He tried to calm himself down and began to think of any other magical tools he could use to better pass through the gray fog and escape.
A figure emerged from the gray fog, and soon the figure passed through the fog and appeared in front of the three people.
A thin, hunched old man dressed in a black robe. Beneath the hood was a sallow, human face, resembling that of Don Link.
Upon seeing this man, Daniel seemed to regain hope. He leaped up, knelt before Nedun Link, and held the iron box above his head with both hands, just like a subject paying tribute.
The old man stretched out a withered hand and slowly stroked the iron box, saying in a hoarse voice, "Very good, very good, you did a good job."
A glimmer of hope suddenly appeared in Daniel's heart.
The old man grabbed the metal box in front of him and then turned to look at Daniel, who was still kneeling on the ground.
"Unfortunately, Hamelin is now our most honored guest, while you are her enemy... so I have no choice but to send you to meet your companions."
Daniel's throat went dry, and he instinctively prepared to run away, but a hand was already on his head. Gray mist poured out from the man's sleeve, flowing into Daniel's head like thin snakes.
Daniel let out a suppressed scream, a short and sharp sound. He then slowly collapsed to the ground.
"I want that sword," Akdina whispered in Yun Zhe's ear as the old man grabbed the iron box.
Yun Zhe gave a bitter smile, and then witnessed the tragedy before him.
After dealing with Daniel, the old man looked at Yun Zhe with a mocking gaze. "This time, no more bastard elves will come to save you, hmph." He then glanced at Akdina behind Yun Zhe, his eyes full of amusement.
Yun Zhe nodded slightly, but the old man took it as a provocation.
“I’m curious how you killed Shib. He was always cautious, though sometimes reckless and hasty, but he was always very careful.”
Yun Zhe suddenly remembered that night in Paz, the assassin who used dual swords!
"You...so you were all Shadow Assassins!"
"Shadow Assassins? Hahahaha, hahahaha, so that's how you see us? Interesting, you actually regard us as such lowly beings as Shadow Assassins. As a messenger of death, I am very unhappy." The old man's words became clearer, his eyes brighter, and his killing intent more intense.
"You probably don't know what a death messenger is, young man," the old man said, as mist emanated from his body, slowly unfurling behind him like a hydra.
Before the old man could finish speaking, Yun Zhe drew the Elf King Sword, preparing to attack.
A flicker of excitement and longing flashed in the old man's eyes when he saw Wang Jian. However, this emotion vanished quickly. He glanced at Yun Zhe's pointed ears, his lips twitching. "What a pity."
Yun Zhe didn't rush forward. Instead, he twisted his body sharply and threw Wang Jian like a dart at the old man. Then, Yun Zhe threw various spears, short swords, and even axes, all at the old man and the gray mist behind him.
The old man sneered as he accepted the weapons one by one. He noticed that none of them were ordinary, especially the Elf King's Sword, a weapon his organization needed. He hadn't expected to obtain it so easily. Feeling smug, he suddenly felt a surge of killing intent. He abruptly looked down and saw a pair of red eyes right in front of him, the cold glint of a dagger about to pierce his chest.
The old man's clothes billowed suddenly, and gray mist quickly enveloped him. With a clang, the dagger broke without hitting its target, and the pair of red eyes took the opportunity to roll away from the old man.
The old man took several deep breaths, his heart filled with horror. "Vampires really can't be expected to move at the speed of ordinary people." Although the attack was unsuccessful, it had made the old man wary. He no longer dared to be arrogant and planned to take the Elf King's Sword and the Mad King's Sword and leave, letting the gray mist crush the two of them to death—a safe and secure option.
The old man reached out and touched the metal box, but it was no longer in its previous place. His breath caught in his throat as he saw the female elf opposite him draw the Mad King's Sword, gripping it with both hands, staring intently at him.
The strips of cloth from the sword lay scattered on the ground, and the entire sword emitted an eerie red light. The elf's eyes became even redder, contrasting sharply with her long silver hair and white skin, making her appear even more sinister and terrifying.
"Madness...madness..." The old man was utterly terrified by the scene before him. He knew nothing of the Mad King's Sword, so he never believed anyone would dare to wield its hilt. This sword required burning one's soul to temporarily gain the power one desired. And the price for restoring the soul was known only to those who had used it. And without exception, all those who had wielded this sword went mad...
The two-handed sword seemed to ignite as Akdina slashed through the gray wall of air. The gray mist melted slowly, like butter meeting a hot knife. Seeing this, Akdina smiled and then spun like a whirlwind, slashing at the old man.
The vampire's speed, combined with the indestructible King's Sword. Outside the gray fog, Hamelin, his face grave and lost in thought, barely clothed, suddenly saw a fiery red light appear in the gray fog. Immediately afterward, a gust of wind blew, and a black figure was violently thrown out of the fog. Upon closer inspection, Hamelin realized it was the old man's upper body!
A hole was cut in the gray mist, and the entire gray mist gradually faded away with the death of the spellcaster, drifting away with the wind.
Hamelin stared blankly at the scene before her. Her daughter, wielding the Mad King's sword, stared at her like a walking corpse.
Yun Zhe was also surprised, because at this moment Hamelin could be described as completely naked.
Hamelin seemed to realize something and turned to run. Yun Zhe noticed that there were two red wing-like marks on Hamelin's back, and in the middle of those red marks, there was a red mark shaped like a sword on his spine.
It was as if the Mad King's sword was on her back.
Akdina rushed forward, but after only one step, she collapsed to the ground, completely unconscious.
Yun Zhe stepped forward, kicked the longsword away, and instead of chasing after Hamelin, picked up Akdina and began to check his injuries.
At this moment, Jerok finally arrived at the scene. Yun Zhe didn't waste any words and directly told him the direction Hamelin had fled. Jerok looked at the scene in confusion, then nodded and chased after Hamelin in the direction he had fled.
Yun Zhe put Akdina down and began picking up the weapons on the ground one by one. This time, he was going all out and threw out all the weapons in his Qiankun bag, thinking that surely one of them would be useful. Little did he expect that it would give Akdina a chance.
And this sliver of hope finally became his chance to survive.
Yun Zhe beheaded Daniel with a single sword stroke, then looked at Akdina, who lay on the ground barely breathing, his expression incredibly complex.
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