Numerous phantom-like figures followed closely behind. Their entire bodies were shrouded in black robes, revealing only a pair of cold and emotionless eyes. Their hands rose and fell, and all of them stabbed at the Chosen's vital parts. Every strike was vicious and merciless!
Slash, slash!
Thud, thud!
The black-robed men were like maggots on a bone. There were more than a dozen of them, and they weren't afraid of death. Even if they were missing an arm or a leg, they charged forward again and again with their swords …
With a bloodcurdling scream, the Holy Son was dismembered by the dozen black-robed men. His body was sliced into dozens of pieces that fell to the ground, dead on the spot!
At the same time, more than half of the black-robed men paid the price!
This wasn't the only place that happened. Every Holy Son was attacked by a dozen or so men. Even the Nephrite Holy Son, with his Divine Sun Body, was caught in a bitter battle with dozens of black-robed men!
Surprisingly, Fenghao's group, the Blood Demon's shadow, and the Vajra Clan member weren't attacked by the black-robed men. It seemed like the black-robed men's target was the Chosen of the various sacred grounds!
"Who are those people?"
Looking at the deathly still black-robed men, Feng Hao slowly rose to his feet and narrowed his eyes. "Could they be Hell's assassins?!"
The scene from that day at the Ancient Saint Medicine City's Apothecary Guild was still fresh in his mind. Feng Hao couldn't forget those fearless assassins!
The black-robed men in front of him were exactly the same as the assassins back then!
Each of them didn't care about their injuries at all. Their only goal was to kill the target in front of them. Even when their skulls were crushed, their bodies remained in a charging posture!
"How disgusting!"
Yan Qing's pretty face paled at the sight of the assassins still charging forward with their intestines dangling. She turned away and didn't look again.
"Hell's assassins, huh?"
A look of disdain flashed in Samsara's eyes as he looked at the puppet-like assassins who only knew how to kill.
In his eyes, the fearsome Hell Puppets weren't even worth mentioning.
"These people are all experts who have fallen in the Antiquity Era …"
Xue Yan withdrew the stars in her eyes and said slowly with a slightly depressed tone.
Hell's organization had collected the corpses of some experts that had fallen in the Primordial Era and refined them into puppets. Then, they were used to kill all sorts of people with shocking talents. Their goal was unclear!
Just like now, Hell had undoubtedly offended all the holy lands …
What good would it do Hell if he did that?Was it just to make a name for himself?
This was obviously impossible!
"Damn you!"
The Big Dipper Saint was besieged by over 30 killer puppets and couldn't react in time. A corner of his shirt was sliced open, and he was instantly enraged. Saint energy gushed out from all over his body like a raging wave, sweeping wildly in all directions and sending the killer puppets flying one by one. A few that were closest to him were directly crushed into a bloody mist by the Saint Energy Tide, leaving nothing behind.
"Go to hell, all of you!"
The Big Dipper Saint roared. Saint energy surged from all over his body. He was like a Saint God that had come from the Primordial Era and could destroy heaven and earth with just a wave of his hand. His fingers pinched together, and a long spear condensed from Saint Energy appeared in his hand. With a sweep of the spear, the black-robed men around him were all cut in half as if they were made of tofu. Then, they were crushed by the surging Saint Energy Tide.
Although he had an acquired Saint Physique, the might of the Saint Energy inherited from the Primordial Era was still not to be underestimated. Sweeping away dozens of killer puppets with a single spear made him look like an invincible God with an awe-inspiring might!
Swoosh! Swoosh!
After a moment of confusion, the Nephrite Saint turned the situation around. His fingers kept jabbing out, and beams of white light shot out, crushing the heads of the killer puppets, causing them to fall to the ground one by one.
The other areas were nearing the end as well. The Saints were all in a sorry state, and their expressions were mixed with anger. This was a disaster for the reckless Dire Beasts that had attacked them.
No one had expected the ambush this time. More than a dozen Holy Sons had all been ambushed, and in the end, they'd paid the price of three Holy Sons' deaths to wipe out the hundreds of Hell Organization's assassins!
The price was too high!
Even if every Son of Saint didn't have an Innate Saint Physique and didn't have Godly Powers, they were still extremely talented. Each of them had the potential to become a Saint. At this moment, it undoubtedly meant that three Saints had fallen!
Gasp!
Everyone near and far couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air!
The Hell Organization was too audacious, and this made everyone very uneasy. No one knew which faction was behind this ambush operation. By doing this, the major factions would be unable to take over, and they would fall into desolation!
This was destroying everyone's hope, and it was absolutely unforgivable!
The Saints who had survived the calamity gritted their teeth as anger spread in their hearts.
Obviously, after they got out of the Heavenly Battle Ancient Tomb, the entire Heavenly Martial Continent would be shaken again!
At this moment, except for the major sacred grounds, the people from the other factions couldn't accept the existence of such an assassin faction.
"Everyone!"
A gentle voice resounded, and almost the entire forest could hear it.
Everyone looked over and saw a young man with a gentle face hovering in the sky with a hint of anger on his face.
"It's the Saint Son of Beimang!"
"I heard that he also inherited the inheritance of a Great Saint of the Primordial Era. However, he didn't reveal much and kept a low profile …"
"I don't think he's any weaker than the Big Dipper Saint …"
Around them, some discussions entered Feng Hao's ears, and he slightly furrowed his brows.
"The Saint Son of Beimang … should be from the Radiance Alliance, right?"
Feng Hao murmured softly, his eyes slightly narrowed.
This Saint Son of Beimang was handsome and sunny. His aura was also extremely gentle, without any murderous aura. It was as if he was the Son of Light, the savior of the world.
"I think this time, the Hell Organization came prepared. They want to catch all the Saints of the sacred grounds in one fell swoop!"
Bei Mang's Holy Son roared with some indignation when he saw that he had attracted everyone's attention. "This is intolerable! The Infernal Assassin Organization has already reached the point where it must be eliminated. If they continue to exist, then all of our forces will not be able to live in peace!"
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