All-Professional Master of Darkness

Everyone was panicked.

All those who emerged from the jungle were undead skinners. The scarlet eyes and pale bones all indicate that these undead skinners are very different from ordinary undead skinners.

Sylvia's face turned pale and her mind went blank. She followed the large army and fled to the Mavina tribe a thousand meters away like a zombie. If I had known that these damn demons had set a trap, why would I have rushed here so anxiously to grab the credit? It's good now. It's the best result to ensure that half of the people escape back to the tribe.

These special undead skinners are quite fast. The Skinners are originally an agile demonized race. They are nearly twice as fast as ordinary skinners.

In less than a few hundred meters, the army of undead skinners had already caught up with the team. There was a sharp sound, and the densely packed bone blow darts weaved a large net, which severely cut off a large piece of the team's tail.

More than thirty Amazons unfortunately became the first victims. The densely packed bone blow darts had no gaps at all and flew towards them like a wall. They immediately screamed and fell down, their backs were densely covered with blow darts, and were soon stained red with blood.

Sylvia and others became even more panicked. There was inevitable chaos in the team. The only thought in everyone's mind now is to escape back to the tribe as soon as possible and rely on the still intact wooden walls to block these undead skinners.

But their misfortune is still not over. Soon, about a hundred burning souls floated out of the jungle. They were mixed in with the army of undead skinners. Although their floating speed was not very fast, they were unable to withstand others' attacks from super long distances.

There was a series of soft noises, and nearly a hundred pale lightning bolts with a hint of blood instantly traveled hundreds of meters and disappeared into Sylvia and the others. In an instant, a dozen more Amazons unfortunately fell victim.

More than forty people were killed in just a few minutes. Sylvia was in a terrible mood. I thought I could take advantage of the situation and get some credit, so that the benefactor would not support Eco's rise to power. She could even imagine how these Amazons would privately scold her for their incompetence once they escaped back to the Mavina tribe.

The screams that rang out one after another deeply stimulated the hearts of all the Amazons. The fear of death surged into my heart uncontrollably. They are all brave Amazon warriors, but they are also ordinary women. Under high mental stress, they subconsciously followed the crowd and ran wildly behind Sylvia and other members of the Zakarum Revival Society.

But the speed of the Immortal Skinner is much faster than them.

In just a few minutes, more than forty Amazons were killed in seconds, and the army of undead skinners bit the team's tail. Amidst the ferocious screams, Amazons screamed and fell one after another. Looking down from a high altitude, the pale army of undead Skinners was like a plague, eroding this team of less than a thousand people.

Sylvia heard the screams coming one after another from behind, and her heart was in great pain. She immediately stopped and shouted: "Willy, take them back!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Sylvia resolutely turned around and rushed towards the army of undead skinners behind her. She has put life and death aside. All this is self-inflicted. Then let yourself atone for it.

Seeing Sylvia turning around and rushing to the rear, the Amazons who were lagging behind woke up. They were immediately ashamed of their cowardice, and turned around to follow Sylvia towards the army of undead Skinners behind them. Everyone has a death wish and is determined to buy time for other tribesmen to escape.

In an instant, his skills soared. The sudden blow immediately halted the charging momentum of the undead skinner army. The nearly one hundred undead skinners at the front were instantly killed and self-destructed.

Densely packed bone spurs criss-crossed and flew towards the team of less than a hundred people like raindrops. The self-destruction power of the Undead Skinner was really powerful, and the dozen or so Amazons who rushed to the front were instantly killed by the dense bone spurs.

"I can't die yet." Sylvia got up from the ground with difficulty. Her body was covered in blood, and her face was horribly pale. She was at the forefront just now, and the self-destruction of the Undead Skinner almost completely overwhelmed her. Fortunately, unlike other professionals, her health is not low. Otherwise, with the self-destruction of nearly a hundred immortal skinners, any ordinary professional would be instantly killed. Even professionals at level 50 or 60 may not be able to bear this.

After spitting out a mouthful of blood, Sylvia's face finally gained a little more color. She staggered behind the remaining Amazons, raised her hand with difficulty to trigger the crossbow, and launched an attack on the undead skinner in front.

Unfortunately, there are only more than 70 of them left. Facing tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of undead skinners, this number of people is simply a drop in the ocean. Soon, the nearly endless army of undead Skinslayers forcefully devoured the team.

Feeling pain in her body, Sylvia forced a forced smile and fell limply to the ground. She looked at the dark sky, and her consciousness began to become blurry. She couldn't help but smile bitterly to herself. In the final analysis, I was too impatient to make such an unforgivable mistake.

"Please forgive me..." Sylvia slowly closed her eyes, with a touch of bitterness hanging on the corner of her mouth. In a trance, she saw her past.

The same hard training, the same prayers.

She suddenly realized that her life was so simple. For twenty-five years, I have been living this monotonous life since I became sensible. She gradually understood why Claudia had recommended herself to take on the lurking mission, and also understood why Claudia was determined to leave the organization and join the Rogge camp. I think it would be much happier to follow the benefactor and take risks than to be in the organization.

Gradually, the screams coming from her ears became smaller and smaller. Sylvia forced a bitter smile, put aside all distracting thoughts, and quietly waited for the arrival of death.

"May God forgive my recklessness."

At this moment, a loud bang suddenly made her regain a little consciousness. She was so surprised that she reluctantly opened her eyes, and at a glance she saw a lone figure waving a giant war staff, standing not far away and continuously firing various skills.

Fire bombs flew everywhere, fireballs flew across the sky, and occasionally a meteorite fell from the sky. In just a short moment, the army of undead skinners suffered heavy casualties. The three twenty-level fire skills complement each other and the damage is quite good. Even with the lowest level of fire bombs, it only takes three or four rounds to kill an undead skinner.

"It's him." Sylvia suddenly opened her eyes wide with disbelief on her face. Even if he is a divine benefactor, there is no way he can stop the Undead Skinner from self-destructing.

Upon closer inspection, the disbelief in her eyes became even stronger. This benefactor is surrounded by crystal ice particles, flying like a fountain. Is this the ice defense skill Shattering Ice Armor?

It seems...it seems that the level is quite high.