All were dressed in deep blue attire, faces covered with black cloths, shurikens, and shuriken in their hands gleaming with cold light.
The leader was small in stature like a monkey, moving silently, clearly adept at stealth assassinations.
Li Yan advanced instead of retreating, and the blade flashed suddenly.
The ninja's movements were fast, but they hadn't reacted before their throats were slashed by the blade.
Blood blossomed, and heads were sent flying.
The other two ninjas, witnessing this, simultaneously threw smoke bombs.
With a bang, white smoke billowed.
Li Yan held his breath and withdrew his body, sweeping horizontally with his scabbard, the force clearing the smoke.
But he saw the two ninjas not pursuing, instead retreating rapidly towards the direction of that Black Iron Coffin in the camp depths.
Trying to awaken what's inside the coffin?!
Li Yan's mind raced, just about to pursue when Sha Lifei's whistle sounded from behind.
