But the price paid was not insignificant; this group of assassins was incredibly difficult to deal with. None were inexperienced youths; all were seasoned monsters, whose lifetimes of assassination were unimaginably rich in experience. Although their combat power was not as strong as Chu Mo's, their experience in battle was no less formidable!
More importantly, they were not afraid of death!
That was the most frustrating part.
A group of fearless assassins, risking their lives just to inflict a wound on your body. No matter how shallow the wound, even if it was just a mere scratch, it was considered a success!
Fighting with such a spirit, the pressure it created on the opponent was imaginable.
This was the reason Chu Mo, with his body of the ancestral realm, managed not to be literally worn to death by them.
But at this moment, Chu Mo's wounds were also severe. The throbbing pain from his injuries constantly reminded Chu Mo, never to underestimate the heroes of this world!