Chapter 453: The Powell Family's Revenge
They stood frozen in place, their eyes an unnaturally bright red. At the same time, veins bulged on their foreheads and hands terrifyingly, as if something had grabbed them by the throat, plunging them into painful struggle, or as if they were being slowly cut by knives, their faces showing agony.
The lead assassin froze when he saw this scene.
He frowned, "What did you do to them?"
The moment he finished speaking.
The member on his left coughed up blood from his mouth, then fell heavily to the ground, unconscious.
Then, one by one, all twelve members collapsed and died suddenly.
The lead man in black was completely stunned.
What was happening?
"Now go get Ronan and tell him that only one person he sent is left."
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"What?"
When Ronan received the message from his subordinate, his expression changed immediately.
"Ronan, that girl is really a hard person to deal with. Our people all died before they could even touch her." The black-clothed assassin frowned, his expression somewhat grave.
In his view, even Verity didn't have this kind of ability.
"I'll go." The black-robed man who had been silent spoke up.
It was a Mirror.
He looked at Raven and said in a deep voice, "It's time to settle the score between her and me."
Ronan stared at the mirror for a few seconds, then nodded, "Then you go yourself. Get her dealt with quickly. Don't forget, our main target today is Gwyneth."
Raven and Mirror weren't the only ones who came to Elyndra.
Besides Verity, the other three top experts had also come. Their target was to eliminate Gwyneth.
Isabella finally waited for someone to arrive.
But it wasn't Ronan who came.
It was a black-robed man.
She studied the black-robed man's outfit and quickly figured it out.
"You're Peregrine Buckner, codename Mirror?"
That legendary hypnotist with the strongest abilities.
Peregrine stared at Isabella with dark eyes, "You're the first person I've seen so young who knows Nightmare Mesmerism, but your level of Nightmare Mesmerism isn't high enough. Let me show you something more powerful."
With that, just as Peregrine was about to make his move, everything went black before his eyes.
He was pulled into a suspended dark space.
Peregrine's expression changed. Before he could understand what was happening, he discovered Isabella standing right in front of him, suspended in the same dark space.
"Is this an illusion you created?" Peregrine looked at Isabella and frowned deeply.
"Isn't that obvious?" Isabella smiled at him, "Do you really need to ask?"
Peregrine looked up and around at the dark space, just somewhat confused.
This illusion didn't seem to pose any life-threatening danger to him.
In this space, he felt weightless, without any support point. Other than that, he didn't feel anything unusual.
Peregrine immediately laughed coldly, "What are you trying to do by pulling me in here? Is this low-level trick all you know?"
Any illusion that couldn't kill, in Peregrine's view, was low-level and meaningless.
"Isabella, don't make these pointless struggles. I'm telling you, these tricks of yours are completely useless. Once we get out, it'll be your death." Peregrine said viciously through gritted teeth.
"Peregrine, you seem to have missed the point." Isabella looked at him and smiled, "What I want you to experience isn't weightlessness, but a vacuum."
"What!"
Peregrine's expression changed dramatically.
The next second, all sounds disappeared.
Peregrine opened his mouth trying to make a sound, but found he couldn't make any sound at all.
Sound cannot travel in a vacuum.
A person in a vacuum will lose consciousness in 15 seconds and die in less than a minute.
Peregrine's eyes widened as he stared at Isabella not far away. He desperately reached out, trying to grab her, but his body couldn't find balance at all.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
The feeling of approaching death was so terrifying.
Peregrine wanted to breathe, but there was no oxygen at all.
He was about to suffocate!
Unprecedented fear.
Peregrine's face completely changed. He stared at Isabella, "Let... let me go!"
He wanted to kneel, wanted to beg for help.
But he couldn't do anything. He couldn't even make a sound.
Peregrine's body fell to the ground.
When Peregrine died, his eyes were wide open, his hands clutching his throat tightly.
This scene startled the black-clothed assassin nearby.
He didn't even react to what had happened.
One second, Peregrine and Isabella were still talking; the next second, Peregrine had strangled himself!
He saw it with his own eyes—Peregrine had strangled himself with his own hands!
One of the six top experts of The Whispering Sect, Mirror, had just... died like this?
The black-clothed assassin looked at Isabella, his eyes suddenly filled with horror.
What was her background?
He backed away several steps in fear, a chill running from his feet to the top of his head.
Isabella looked at the black-clothed assassin and ordered, "Now go get Ronan."
The black-clothed assassin was so scared his body trembled, and he instinctively responded, "Yes."
He ran off without looking back.
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The next day, the square across from the Ancient Martial Arts Alliance was surrounded by many people.
Everyone looked horrified.
Because hanging from the stone pillars in the square were five corpses.
They were core members of The Whispering Sect.
They had died in different ways, but all were tragic.
This incident shocked all of Elyndra and all the families.
"What on earth happened?"
"Raven is dead?"
"What happened last night? Who killed them?"
Who could kill five top experts of The Whispering Sect all at once?
This was simply too strange.
"Robbie, no one saw who hung the bodies in the square last night." Someone from the Ancient Martial Arts Alliance came to report to Robbie.
There should have been patrol guards in the square, but all the patrol guards claimed they hadn't seen anyone come to the square.
"That's strange. Did these corpses just appear out of thin air?"
Robbie's expression was grave as he walked toward Raven's body.
Raven's body had both hands and feet cut off, making it unbearable to look at.
This scene...
Was too cruel.
"It must have been Gwyneth!"
Four years ago, when the former head of the Powell family died, his hands and feet had been cut off.
Now, someone had killed The Whispering Sect's Raven and also cut off Raven's hands and feet.
This must be the Powell family's revenge!
"That woman, Gwyneth, is truly ruthless! She actually killed five top experts of The Whispering Sect like this!"
"Too terrifying! Who would dare offend the Powell family in the future?"
Gwyneth stood at the back of the crowd, listening to everyone's discussion, and sighed helplessly.
Then she turned to glance at Isabella beside her, her eyes speaking volumes.
"Ansley, can I retire now?"