The celestial trio walked to their demise in peace.
They were the hallmark of the Hidden Assassination Pavilion, and for hundreds of years, the legends of the masks with the characters for "kill" and the one-two-three robes deeply resonated with people's hearts. Especially to those within the circle, they were terrifying devils, spine-chilling Gods of Death.
However, these three outstanding figures among the Six Senses, faces hidden beneath masks, were filled with utter terror.
They could still think, their eyes could see the scene before them, but their entire bodies were as though encased in amber. Such mighty power, this mighty power...
Heavenly Kill was immensely terrified.
Wielding that Legendary Tier Strange Implement, pouring all his strength into it, the sluggish time seemed to loosen up a bit. He clung to a sliver of hope, a gleam sparked in his eyes, he...
He bit the dust.
