CHAPTER 1853: CHAPTER 884: SHADOW ASSASSINATION

"Assassins, someone, catch the assassins, someone has been assassinated."

"Assassins, there are assassins here too... ah... be careful... assassins... assassins are... in the shadows..."

"Stay alert, everyone stay alert, the assassins have not gone far, they are lurking in the shadows, ah... it’s a group of Shadow Assassins... they hide in the surrounding shadows... ah... quickly get the masters... master save me!"

"These wretched ones dare to commit evil... ah..."

"No running around, no one is allowed to run, stay vigilant... anyone who dares to rush into other tents, kill without mercy... ah..."

"Guard the camp entrance, do not let those out-of-control slave soldiers approach, those Shadow Assassins are trying to create chaos, deliberately causing a camp uproar, shoot arrows... ah..."

"The Centurion is dead, the Centurion is dead, we can’t hold them, if you don’t want to die, run... ah..."

"Don’t panic, don’t be chaotic, anyone spreading rumors, kill without pardon! Guard the camp entrance... ah... despicable assassins..."

Before these Tukan Chieftains could leave Khan Yamun’s tent, a huge commotion erupted from outside, filled with angry shouts and continuous screams. The Tukan Army’s recently stabilized situation plunged into chaos again.

This turmoil started from the outer slave soldiers’ camp, pervasive bloody assassinations directly startled these slave soldiers, who had not yet recovered from the previous defeat, each uncontrollably rushing toward the main tent position, seeking a sense of security from the Tukan People.

Those who tried to stem the tide and intercept the panicking slave soldiers often became the primary targets for those assassins hiding in the shadows.

The assassins’ mastery over shadows reached a terrifying degree; they could silently meld into a target’s shadow, then leap out to slit the victim’s throat with a poisoned blade, and before others could react, meld back into the shadows, disappearing without a trace.

Leaving the victim standing there helplessly, clutching their throat and coughing up blood, the former commands becoming utterly useless.

These victims served as the best warning signs, warning those slave soldiers not to make meaningless commands lest they die faster; fleeing headlong or hiding among the crowd became the best means of survival.

Led by the Shadow Assassins’ ruthless assassination methods, the panicked slave soldiers surged like a tide toward the Tukan People’s camp, seeing anyone who dared to block their escape as the enemy, including their cruel masters, the Tukan People, without exception. This is a standard camp uproar.

Panic and fear occupied their minds, leaving them unable to think with normal logic; they had only one thought: to flee from omnipresent shadows and death, ignorant that their fear and panic only exacerbated the chaos, causing greater panic and death.

The Tukan officers tried to organize forces to suppress the riot with bloody means, only to follow in the footsteps of those slave soldier commanders, with the omnipresent Shadow Assassins plunging blades and poison into their bodies.

In such chaos, when these low-level commanders were assassinated, the result was disastrous; the directionless Tukan soldiers were engulfed by the rioting slave soldiers, swept away into the turmoil.

For ordinary soldiers, these assassins capable of shadow-wayfaring posed a tremendous threat; they could not discern where the enemy came from or how many lurked in the dark.

Even knowing the enemy attacked from the shadows, they were helpless, for shadows were everywhere—their own, their beasts’, their tents’...

Every sight of a slightly warped shadow made their hearts pound, heightening fear and panic.

Until the Killing Vajra Lamas and Shamans intervened, the situation slightly improved.

The Vajras of the Killing Vajra Lamas, being spiritual bodies, can detect lurking enemies in the shadows when out of the body.

The Shamans, through Perception, sensed the presence of the Shadow Assassins, thus locking in their positions.

The Shadow Assassins clearly knew their threat, keeping a safe distance from them from the start, merely controlling the panicked crowd to impact them from the dark.

The method of control was simple: with bloody assassinations, they let them know this path was blocked, go find another route.

The Shadow Assassins excelled in cooperation and possessed a secret communication method, deploying tactics like surrounding three sides to attack one and using strength against strength to perfection.

By the time Khan Yamun received the news and rushed out of the command tent, the entire army was already in complete disarray.

Transformed into a whirlwind of slaughter, Khan Yamun soared into the sky, not seeking trouble with the Shadow Assassins but instead rushing with terrifying speed to the epicenter of the chaos, gritting his teeth: "Fools, don’t you see whose army this is, daring to cause trouble here, get out for me."

All-surrounding Power of Slaughter surged wildly, staining everything blood-red in an instant, forcing a group of bizarre creatures out of Invisibility by sheer force.

With thick, gray skin, brain-like shapes, wildly dancing tentacles, golden eyes, and sharp-toothed mouths.

What else could those be but Terror Demons?

Moreover, they were High-level Terror Demons over two meters tall.

Clearly, this camp uproar was not solely the Shadow Assassins’ doing; these masters adept at inducing fear deserve equal credit.