"Transcendents' extraordinary nature doesn't need to be repeated," Huan Yu's voice grew heavy, "Just do it."
Zhang San looked to his side, where, at this moment, the nearly hundred assassins had already been reduced to just over twenty.
He pointed at ten of them and said, "You guys go down, take daggers with you. If he isn't dead, kill him. If you can't kill him, drag him underwater, deplete his oxygen. If he is dead, haul his body up."
Those ten glanced at the water, then at the drifting snow.
At this time of night, everyone knew the lake's water must be ice-cold to the bone. To jump in now could mean a serious illness from the chill.
However, they had no choice.
The ten gritted their teeth, stripped off their clothes, and threw them by the lakeside before diving headfirst into the water.
As they swam towards the lakebed, they suddenly noticed a black shadow swiftly approaching from below.
