As a hired assassin, Shadow Wolf had always stood behind others in the darkness. However, someone had managed to approach him from behind, and was now pressing a sharp weapon to his throat. But he had not sensed a thing until that gigantic scythe rested on his shoulder, sending a shuddering feeling of dread like countless sharp needles pricking his back.0

At this moment, he dared not move an inch. Every hair on his body stood on end, and his heart thumped so hard it felt as though it would burst from his chest. Shadow Wolf had been an assassin for over twenty years, and his hands were stained with countless lives. He knew that simply releasing a hint of his bloodlust would terrify any ordinary person. Yet, he paled in comparison to the presence behind him. That surging killing intent felt almost tangible, filling his nose with a dreadful stench of blood.0

In a daze, he felt as though a gigantic, hideous blood-beast's head had emerged from the darkness behind him and its gaping maw was exhaling a gust of foul air across the back of his neck.0

Zing!0

The sharp scythe quivered slightly, as if the person behind him had grown impatient.0

Nearly frightened out of his wits, Shadow Wolf immediately raised both hands and stammered, "Don't kill me, don't kill me…" 0

Although he was one of the top assassins in the Shadow Thorn Organization, he did not even dare release...0