In the midst of the fight, time seemed like sand in a choked hourglass, trickling exceptionally slowly.
Ten minutes had passed, and Ye Qiu's forehead was covered with beads of sweat. Despite his energy being strong as an ox, he now showed faint signs of exhaustion.
Having expended such a vast amount of energy, Ye Qiu's combat achievements were also significant; from the siege of more than twenty assassins, the number had sharply dropped to less than ten.
The remaining eight assassins, seeing that Ye Qiu had not fallen yet, all showed intense wariness in their eyes.
They had never encountered such a tough nut to crack—these were more than twenty assassins. Though not the top tier, they were all honed among the dead, and any one of them would be a formidable figure in any army. Yet, even such powerful individuals were mostly eliminated by Ye Qiu.
