The Terror Of 'Xiao Ming'

"Haha! Little chap, this will be the last time you ever underestimate a Mortal General in your life," the assassin chuckled wickedly, his eyes narrowed into slits.

Xiao Ming wore a begrudged expression and grunted in pain as the tendrils compressed him, sucking out his blood essence to modify themselves.

In his heart, he cursed the fact that he had actually been lenient with the Mortal General assassin.

Unfortunately, there was no second chance to start all over again, yet that conviction did not make him give up.

His venomous, cold eyes searched through the scheme books as he sought a way to exterminate the power of the evil tendrils.

Suddenly, his body, once full of life, fell flat to the ground, rapidly deteriorating under the forcefully plugged tendrils that covered him.

The Mortal General assassin furrowed his brows, wondering why Xiao Ming had suddenly slumped.