The assassin in white suddenly appeared was named Xiaopeng. He was the assassin and scout of the Demon Team. After he cut all the mechanical guards around him, he immediately found an opportunity to hide in the shadows and swam deep into the manor through the thin cracks between the doors at the wall.

As a standard assassin, he is completely different from a killing madman like Zhao Zhuokong. He always adheres to the policy of missing a single attack and escaping thousands of miles away. Otherwise, he would not have integrated the Shadow Clan and practiced such abilities as Dark and Shadow Jumping. He has always been a scammer to attack and assassinate and poisonous to the enemy, and never fight head-on with his opponent. In his words, he picks up the guy and slashes at the enemy. This is not called an assassin, but a berserker.

After slapping the chest, he thought in a daze: "It seems that there is no shortage of crazy monster doctors like the captain in Zhongzhou. He actually transformed T-800 into such a dangerous thing. It seems that such a high evaluation is indeed not in vain. These robots are not plot monsters, and they will never get any reward points if they cut. After a little investigation of the reality of Zhongzhou, just flash people."

Although he was thinking about exploring the bottom of the Zhongzhou team, he actually had no intention of fighting with the enemy. At most, he wanted to find the location of the Winchester brothers. However, he didn't know that his cold eyes had been observing him in the dark for a long time.

Just as he was sliding down the stairs and trying to enter the basement, a strange dagger suddenly passed by him with a misty Qing light.

This sword did not make any sound of breaking through the air, and the clear light on the blade was gray and inconspicuous. Even the Netherworld Qi was injected into the blade, not showing any of it. If he hadn't been extremely sensitive to energy senses, he would have never avoided this assassination.

Although he barely avoided the blade, he still did not dodge. Although the Netherworld Qi Blade that was instantly spit out on the blade, his melting form was almost immune to ordinary physical attacks, his resistance to energy attacks was also almost zero. At this moment, he only felt a gloomy and cold breath invading his body, making him feel nauseous.

After barely suppressing the discomfort, he realized that what was standing in front of him was a pretty and charming girl in black, with bright eyes and white teeth and skin as snow. However, the cute girl's big watery eyes emitted only coldness and murderous intent.

Seeing that the attack was not hit, Zhao Yingkong did not stop at all, and immediately disappeared out of thin air in a gust of cold wind. Then, a sound of sad crying sounded in the air. The sound was so strange and so gloomy that it made people feel creepy.

This was like a wisp of sarcastic burial song in the underworld. As soon as Xiaopeng pressed down his cold air mass turned back and expanded rapidly in his chest. At first, the blood on his face faded rapidly, becoming pale, and only felt cold in his body and numb hands and feet.

Then, the dark element in the body also rushed rapidly from a void loophole in the body to the outside world like a dam that broke the dike.

After that, the cold air mass that poured into the body began to become larger and larger, like tiny blades, cutting through veins and blood vessels, tearing up pieces of muscles, and swallowing pieces of internal organs. The pain is not inferior to being cut into pieces by thousands of cuts.

Finally, the cold air mass that absorbed flesh and blood and yin energy began to penetrate into the deepest part of the body along the gaps in the heart. The pain of tearing the soul was more than several times better than cutting into pieces by thousands of knives.

This is exactly the evil curse that Zhao Yingkong learned from the Netherworld Blade and the Demon Yuan Evil Curse: [Netherworld Soul-Snatching Curse Killing Method], which uses the Netherworld Qi that had previously invaded his body as a guide, kills it from the air, draws blood to cut off the meridians, and swallows souls and devours souls.

If this cold air ball is allowed to spread, Xiaopeng will only be drained from his body and his soul will be swallowed and killed. However, how could the person who can gain a foothold in the demon team be so incompetent? He was just plotted against Zhao Yingkong's strange and unpredictable evil curse, and he failed the first move, resulting in passiveness every step, which would appear so embarrassed, otherwise he would at least have the power to fight.

Xiaopeng, who had experienced many life-and-death battles, knew that if the situation was not reversed, he would definitely die here this time. After a resolute look flashed in his eyes, a wave of shadow power continued to gush out from his body and completely wrapped him in it. In just a moment, the man in the white cloak turned into a vague figure interwoven by black and white stripes.

The narrow and long shadows in the corners of the wall also expanded rapidly. Below the shadow of human nature, a circular black shadow nearly three meters wide formed. As the shadow continued to spread, the vases, tables, chairs and debris on the floor surface continued to sink into it. Even the stairs leading upstairs were slowly sinking. Such a huge shadow material was his hidden ability, and the transformation of the apostle.

Xiaopeng, who originally had only the second-level strength, transformed into the twelfth apostle and Angel of Ye, his strength was increased by more than several times. His every move could cause a twisted ripples in the void, and the huge shadow power completely swallowed the entire room almost instantly.

Zhao Yingkong only felt that the pressure around him was solemn countless times. The shadow ripples twisted and crushed his body like a millstone. Even the energy virtual body could not escape the strangulation of this shadow cage. He could only use the underworld magic power, the Guquan Ghost Step, which he had recently practiced, to constantly dodge between the gaps of the dark elements. As long as one is not careful, the whole person will be buried in the craze of the shadow.

When a faint light, like a heartbreaking and bleak crescent moon, passed through the darkness, the shadow frenzy came to an abrupt end and dissipated like a broken mirror. However, the night angel in the middle of the darkness had already activated the shadow teleportation at the moment when he released the shadow cage.

When the Dagger of Acacia and Sutra attacked with the assassination technique Youyue, the only thing waiting for her was the deep light of the portal.

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Chapter completed!