Chapter Seventy Assassination

  Leopold was like falling into an ice cave, he plucked up the courage to lift his head, and indeed, Han Jin was smiling at him, behind Han Jin, there were five floating motionless ghosts.

  "What did you just say?" Han Jin said in a low voice: "Want to take revenge on me? This time, it seems like no one is forcing you, right?"

  "No... sir..." Leopold's mouth felt bitter.

  "People like you, when they're afraid, are as obedient as a dog. But once they can turn the tables, they immediately become a wolf." Han Jin smiled and suddenly kicked out with his toes.

  Leopold's body spun around involuntarily, his hand slammed into the air, and then he saw a surging river of lava that was getting closer and closer to him. "Ah..." A shrill cry echoed through the canyon.

  At this time, the knights led by Quincy also sensed that something was wrong and rushed back, but the iron chain bridge had been destroyed. For the warriors, the canyon with a width of tens of meters was an insurmountable natural barrier, and they could only watch as everything happened without any power to lend a helping hand.

  The two sides stared at each other across the gorge, their eyes filled with anger. The knights' eyes were full of indignation, and Han Jin's gaze was not benevolent either. This hatred was somewhat absurd; for the knights, whether it was ambushing mercenaries in the past or pursuing Han Jin now, they were all faithfully executing orders from above. In other words, they would never think that they themselves were wrong - those mercenaries, including Han Jin, deserved to die.

  Looking at it from Han Jin's perspective, he has even more reason to be angry. For the sake of earning some gold coins and helping out Xi Lin Na, they traveled for over a month, finally delivering the goods to the border, only to be ambushed by the knights! Luckily, Mo Xun Ke took a hostage, otherwise, everyone would probably be lying in their graves already! What can be tolerated and what cannot be tolerated?!

  The two parties locked eyes for a moment, and Han Jin sneered before turning to head towards the underground tunnel. He didn't need to engage in a direct confrontation with his opponent; all he had to do was cut off their supplies, and it wouldn't take long for those knights to collapse. Judging from their attire, they hadn't prepared for a prolonged battle, and wandering around the Lava River without food was one thing, but without water, those knights wouldn't even last two days.

  It was still pitch black in the tunnel, but Han Jin had already gotten used to moving around in the dark. He walked quickly and turned a corner ahead, where a faint light came into view - it was the torches left behind by the Quincy Knights so that any reinforcements or themselves wouldn't get lost on their way back.

  Han Jin pulled out the torch and inserted it into the mud at the corner of the wall, the torch flickered a few times before going out. Han Jin walked along, destroying the markers left by the knights one by one. After an unknown period of time, Han Jin had passed six forks in the road, and his hands now held six more torches. This should be enough, Han Jin hesitated for a moment, then randomly threw the torches to the ground, tossing one or two at each fork in the road before heading towards his final destination.

  Just a few steps away, Han Jin suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, as if someone was staring at him coldly from the shadows. A person's gaze can exert a certain pressure, and Han Jin had understood this principle a long time ago, so when he was tailing someone, he would never look directly at his target.

  At this moment, a faint figure appeared behind Han Jin. The figure's right hand reached forward, and a dagger stabbed towards the back of Han Jin's neck like a venomous snake.

  Han Jin had already begun to be on his guard, but he never expected that the other party would appear behind him, and even almost stick together with him. The opponent's movements were so fast that it was not an exaggeration to describe them as swift as lightning. Just as Han Jin sensed someone behind him, a sharp pain had already spread across his back.

  The dagger had deeply pierced Han Jin's neck, and he let out a painful cry. His body shook several times before collapsing to the ground. The figure pulled out the dagger and silently watched as Han Jin fell. Then, they walked over to try to turn Han Jin's body over, but just as they touched him, his body suddenly exploded with a loud bang.

  The figure was caught off guard, only managing to close her eyes in time. Countless sand and stones flew everywhere, mercilessly hitting her face and body. The figure let out a cry of surprise and hastily retreated backward. A large fireball the size of a tabletop shot out, grazing the top of the figure's head as it flew by.

  The fireball didn't hurt anyone, but the consequences were more severe than if it had. The figure's face twisted in a cold glare at Han Jin.

  This person is her, looking at the age should be around thirty, but well-maintained, skin even better, neither pale from long-term residence in a dark room nor tanned from hard work and worry, very healthy, no matter from which angle to say, this woman is a beauty, only unfortunately that head of flowing hair, most of it was burned into ashes by the fireball, what wasn't burned also curled up, some places still emitting wisps of smoke, giving people an extremely strange feeling.

  The woman's body slowly faded away and disappeared into the air, Han Jin was shocked, but he didn't lack experience in fighting with people. At least he could distinguish what to do immediately, what to prepare for, and what absolutely couldn't be done.

  Han Jin swung his hand and threw out a fire talisman, which hit the last torch, causing it to shatter into pieces with a loud crash.

  The faint light produced by the Mars is completely negligible, and the surroundings are plunged into darkness that can't be seen at arm's length. Han Jin waits quietly, can't you all disappear? Then let's all disappear together!

  Quietly, neither side dared to breathe loudly. Han Jin secretly changed his hiding place, his right hand tightly grasping a long sword, the tip of which occasionally moved slightly, and he seemed somewhat nervous.

  Fight or flee? It's a headache-inducing problem. That woman's move was too ruthless, and the fake corpse technique he made with a large amount of earth elements and nearly 7,000 yuan of energy was destroyed just like that. Han Jin's heart ached to the extreme, so he didn't want to slink away in defeat. If he continued to fight, he had no confidence either. That one knife earlier still left him with lingering fear.

  Han Jin was wrong, the woman could always see him and was always moving towards his position, only Han Jin's image was very blurry. The woman's movements were extremely patient, like a poisonous snake quietly approaching its prey, forming a sharp contrast with the lightning-fast attack just now.

  Under Han Jin's control, the five ghosts all lay on the ground. When they floated in mid-air, they could maintain a certain shape, but once they fell to the ground, they couldn't hold their form anymore. Those things that were between substance and void lost their support and eventually turned into a thin layer, like a crepe.

  When the woman was less than three meters away from Han Jin, she happened to step on a ghost. She walked quietly forward, and Han Jin couldn't sense her, but when she stepped on the ghost, Han Jin immediately caught sight of her shadow, though he remained still.