"Capture them for me."

Watching his arm getting closer and closer to Angel, Sekiya Natsuo’s eyes flickered with madness. As long as he captured Angel, everything would be over. If he didn’t, the Iga Clan might really become history, and he would die here.

Without Kawakami Renichi, these Iga Clan members were simply no match for a group of fierce, mid-stage Mythical level experts.

"Ah, my hand, my hand..."

Just as he was about to seize Angel, Sekiya Natsuo suddenly let out an incredibly shrill scream filled with uncontrollable fear, as his figure appeared in the sky, no longer able to control himself.

Under the light, Sekiya Natsuo’s right hand seemed to dissolve like melted blood, with the flesh melting in a short time, exposing the chilling white bones. And after the flesh melted, the white bones seemed to have gone through countless people, directly falling from Sekiya Natsuo’s body to the ground, shattering like broken glass.

"How does it taste, Sekiya Natsuo, the poison master’s venom?"

Angel stood motionless in place, looking mockingly at Sekiya Natsuo, who was screaming in agony. This was her trump card. If Sekiya Natsuo used Ninjutsu to attack from a distance, she might have to find someone to help, but Sekiya Natsuo insisted on capturing her, which was nothing short of courting death.

She had to remember that beside her stood none other than Mandala, the famous poison master of the Netherworld Mercenary Corps. Especially since Lu Tianxing returned to the Lu Family, he brought many poison and medicine texts for Mandala. Now, Mandala was like a walking doomsday weapon. Dare to approach, and even someone in the late stage of Mythical might not escape death.

"Poison master?"

Upon hearing Angel’s words, Sekiya Natsuo’s face abruptly changed, and he cast his gaze on Mandala, who stood beside Angel, with a trace of fear in his eyes. If he didn’t know by now that Mandala was the poison master, his decades of life might as well have been lived by a dog.

"So what if it’s the poison master from the Netherworld Mercenary Corps? Even if I die, I’ll take you all down with me, to Hell!"

Sekiya Natsuo shouted in anger.

"White Tiger Bite."

Raising his only intact hand, True Qi surged like a tide, forming the head of a White Tiger behind him. It opened its bloody maw, directly lunging at Angel and Mandala.

Within the bloody maw, True Qi surged like a tide. Once it bit a person, the True Qi within could shatter them in an instant.

"Ah, no, it’s impossible, this can’t be..."

Just as the White Tiger head was about to reach them, it suddenly vanished without a trace, and Sekiya Natsuo again let out a horrifying scream reminiscent of a slaughtered pig. His face filled with intense fear, black mist suddenly erupted from his body, and his flesh fell off like minced meat, continuously dropping from him...

"Ah, I’m not willing..."

With a heartrending scream, Sekiya Natsuo’s body crashed to the ground, shattering like glass, utterly dead.

Mandala, the poison master of the Netherworld Mercenary Corps, once again demonstrated her terrifying mastery of poison, making people’s hair stand on end.

"The Deputy Sect Master is dead."

"The Deputy Sect Master was at the peak of mid-stage Mythical, how could he die at the hands of two women? This is impossible."

"Run! We need to escape quickly, or we’ll all die."

"That’s right, run, hurry and run, go find the Sect Master to avenge the Deputy Sect Master."

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

Some of the Iga Clan’s experts, seeing this scene, could no longer hold back the Superpower Users, their bodies shot into the sky, attempting to flee into the distance.

But before they could get far, they fell from the sky like dumplings, with terrified expressions on their faces, shouting: "This... how is this possible, my True Qi is gone."

Listening to the terrified voices around her, Mandala’s lips curved into a cold smile: "Since I’ve shown up here today, do you really think you can escape? The Iga Clan is destined to be erased tonight, kill."

...

The night was cool as water, the bright moonlight illuminating the earth, incredibly beautiful, making one want to appreciate the wondrous scenery.

But at this moment, no one admired the scenery; everyone cowered in their homes with fear, not daring to step out, especially those aligned with the Shankou Family, for tonight was a nightmare, a terrifying nightmare.

Blood flowed on the ground, as if to form a river of blood.

The Dechuan Family, along with Black Impermanence and White Impermanence, wiped out the Shankou Family’s forces with a sweeping posture. Similarly, the forces under Kawada Shoya and Shankou Jingbian gradually fell silent.

"Baka, baka, who are you, who are you..."

Kawada Shoya was now in a pitiful state, covered in blood, with his limbs grotesquely twisted, unable to stand, yet his eyes were filled with rage as he glared at Starving Ghost, Tan Lang, and Po Jun standing before him. But he was helpless, for he could not muster any True Qi, even an ordinary person could end his life.

At this moment, the trio of Starving Ghost also appeared somewhat battered, bearing some injuries, yet their eyes glimmered with brilliance, clearly benefiting greatly from this battle.

"Who are we?"

With a demonic grin on his face, Starving Ghost sneered: "We are the demons from the Underworld, here to send you on your way, Kawada Shoya. Don’t worry, after you die, the Shankou Family will all go down to accompany you."

"How dare you..." Kawada Shoya shouted in anger.

But before he could finish, Starving Ghost’s figure appeared beside him, lifting his foot and stomping heavily on Kawada Shoya’s chest.

"Crack!"

The sound of breaking bones echoed, Kawada Shoya’s eyes bulged, glaring at the lofty Starving Ghost, a howl escaping his throat: "You’ll... you’ll die a wretched death."

"Too bad you won’t see it."

Starving Ghost’s expression remained unchanged, True Qi moving, shattering Kawada Shoya’s organs.

Lightly lifting his foot, he kicked the corpse of Kawada Shoya, who died with eyes wide open, away, and Starving Ghost spoke again: "Tan Lang, Po Jun, let’s continue searching. Kill anyone we see without mercy." 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Hearing Starving Ghost’s words, Tan Lang and Po Jun nodded, having no hesitation, and began flying into the distance. Since they had already acted, there was no need for mercy, striking was synonymous with killing.