158 Before the Severing of the Universe

To fully cloak one's self was nearly impossible to achieve among cultivators that were below Saint level.

And yet, the Nephilim was able to do it! It was practically perfect! All traces of the Nephilim vanished.

"Paladin Assassin?! To think that someone as righteous as you would end up using sneak attacks!" The Blood Calamity cursed.

She used all of her powers to detect.

The scent of Kyros had vanished. The Blood Calamity had a tremendous sense of smell that allowed her to smell creatures that were even a kilometer away. And yet, she couldn't even find a whiff of Kyros the moment he turned invisible.

"Where is he? How did he mask his scent? Is it through his holy powers? Or is it the darkness?" The Blood Calamity's expression grew sour by the second. Finally, she closed her eyes and tried to search for Kyros's location through another means.