Hidden Cloud was in immense pain.

It hadn’t been in this much pain in thousands of years.

The immortal energy infused sword strike had completely bypassed its ethereal physique and deeply penetrated into its psyche, dealing huge damage to its already frail vitality.

After letting out an instinctive hiss of pain, Hidden Cloud’s fog’s corrosiveness suddenly multiplied as it rushed forward with renewed determination.

But Su Chen hadn’t stuck around to watch the fireworks. As soon as he felt his strike connect, he turned around and ran away again. By now, he had already teleported tens of thousands of feet away, putting him solidly behind the wall of mountain giants.

Bang, bang, bang, bang!

Hidden Cloud transformed its body into a number of illusory palms that tried to smash Su Chen into a meat paste.

Then, Hidden Cloud charged forward with its main body.

As it did so, the fog around its body condensed, causing Hidden Cloud to shrink in size significantly. This greatly increased its agility.

“Did I finally get your attention?” Su Chen chuckled as he continued to retreat at top speed.

But even if he was fast, Hidden Cloud was faster.

Assassins were not exactly slow, after all.

And Hidden Cloud was no exception.

It had two primary means by which it moved. The first was that it could teleport anywhere within the cloud of fog surrounding it.

When the fog was spread out, Hidden Cloud’s main body could...