"All of you can go to hell!"
With a thundering sound, Jian Wushuang suddenly flitted past those six gold-masked assassins like a ghost.
Before these six golden-masked killers including Darkblader, head of them, could make a response, their throats felt stung and then there disappeared both their sound and breath.
While Jian Wushuang was using the Soul-Devouring Secret Skill, he almost beat the purple-masked assassin to death. Killing these gold-masked assassins was very easy for him.
"Do you think you can escape?"
Lin Yun took a deep breath and looked at his black robe. Then he chased after Jian Wushuang. As for the loss of those gold-masked assassins, it was not important to him.
After killing those six gold-masked assassins, Jian Wushuang fled into the woods. But Lin Yun appeared above the woods, standing in the air.