The slaughter continued relentlessly—Ning Fan had gone through an uncountable number of weapons, and the battle had dragged on for an unknown length of time.
Ning Fan's physical strength had been depleted to a shocking extent, yet he still stood erect in the middle of the hall.
In the grand hall of the ancient castle, bodies were nearly piling up to fill the space. Countless assassins from the Yun Ci Guild had died—a rough glance suggested at least a couple hundred.
In the hall, assassins from the Yun Ci Guild would die in droves, and immediately another batch would replace them. Wave after wave of assaults pushed Ning Fan to his limits.
Yun Ni and others on the second floor had attacked at least ten times. Ning Fan, soaked in blood, bore many lethal injuries inflicted by them.
The sacrifices in the strategy of attrition by the Yun Ci Guild were elite agents, and Yun Ni and his comrades were top assassins within the guild, making Ning Fan's injuries increasingly severe.
