Eternal life begins with saving my clan

Chapter 98 : The Blood Whisperer Attack

In front of the Chou mansion, the hooded group, shrouded in darkness, advanced toward the mansion's guards with eerie swiftness.

Their steps were as light as whispers on the wind, and an aura of malevolence hung heavily in the air.

As they approached, their gleaming swords remained concealed beneath their dark, flowing robes.

In the blink of an eye, they struck with deadly precision. Their blades sliced through the night, cutting through the guards as if they were mere illusions.

The defenders had no time to react or raise an alarm; the swift, silent execution was over before it even began.

Blood sprayed through the air, a grotesque dance of crimson against the backdrop of the moonlit night. The lifeless bodies of the guards crumpled to the ground, their eyes forever frozen in shock and disbelief.

As the hooded figures infiltrated the Chou mansion, they continued their relentless onslaught, sparing nothing and no one in their path.

The mansion, once a bastion of opulence and tranquility, was now plunged into chaos and terror.

Their movements were fluid and precise, a deadly dance of shadows and steel. Each figure moved with silent purpose, their dark robes billowing like specters of the night.

Ah! Ah!

"Save me!" The miserable scream of people echoed in the quiet dark night.

People run back and forth, trying to hide from the hooded figure. However, no matter how they tried to hide.

The hooded figure found them easily, ending their life with a single slash.

"Father! Save me…" A young man cried in panic as he saw the hooded figure approaching like the angel of death.

"Please…someone should save me"

Ah!

With a single slash, a head rolled on the ground with face full of unwillingness. This type of cry echoed in every corner of the Chou mansion.

They showed no mercy, their swords cleaving through both guards and servants who had the misfortune of crossing their path.

The night was eerily quiet, a stark contrast to the violence that unfolded within the mansion's walls.

Furthermore, the thick stench of blood permeated the air, an oppressive presence that clung to the senses.

The flickering lanterns cast long, wavering shadows on the walls, bearing witness to the carnage.

In the inner sanctum of the mansion, the Chou clan elders and their clan master stood frozen in a harrowing tableau of fear.

Panic gripped their hearts as they witnessed the relentless onslaught of the hooded figures, the embodiment of malevolence.

Wide-eyed and trembling, the elders exchanged terrified glances, their faces drained of color. They knew they were teetering on the precipice of annihilation, and dread coiled in the pit of their stomachs.

"What should we do?" An elder's voice quivered with impatience, the urgency of the situation pressing down on him like a suffocating weight. "If we don't act swiftly, we'll all be dead before the sunrise."

Another elder, veins bulging on his forehead, clenched his saber with white-knuckled determination.

He spoke with unwavering resolve, ready to face the evil demons head-on. "I say we confront these fiends and fight for our lives."

A dissenting elder shook his head vigorously, his voice laden with trepidation. "Do you believe we're a match for those demons? We should seek a means of escape before we're utterly annihilated."

Amidst the quarreling elders, the eldest person in the room, bearing the weight of wisdom, regarded the clan master with a sigh. His gaze held a sense of resignation, as if he had seen the fate that awaited them.

"Have you summoned the Celestial Heavenly Sect?" he asked, the question hanging heavily in the room.

The clan master, his heart heavy with the weight of impending loss, responded with a tinge of despair. "I have sent for their aid. They promised to dispatch five elite soldiers to our rescue."

His words momentarily brought a glimmer of hope to the elders. They sighed collectively, the promise of salvation buoying their spirits, albeit temporarily.

But as they exhaled in relief, a guard, covered in the life's blood of his comrades, rushed into the hall. His face was a deathly pallor as he gasped for breath.

"Clan master... elders..." he rasped, his voice trembling with terror. Then, in a sudden, ghastly moment, he fell to his knees, retching out blood in a gruesome fountain.

Thud.

His lifeless body crashed to the ground, the finality of death casting its chilling shadow over the room.

The clan master and elders were stricken with horror, their hopes dashed by the realization that even those armed with Metal Bone Constructs could not halt the relentless march of the hooded figures.

Their silence hung heavy in the air, a collective breath held as they felt the icy fingers of death creeping ever closer.

The elder with the saber shouted with indignation, his face twisted in madness, laden with sorrow.

"I can't withstand this any longer!" He rushed out of the hall in a desperate frenzy, driven by a sense of duty and madness.

The remaining elders looked at each other, uncertain of how to react.

Should they stay and hide, or should they join the enraged elder in a battle against these hooded demons? The decision weighed heavily on their minds.

"If you choose to stay, remain behind," the Chou clan master declared. With resolute determination, he retrieved a bronze armor from his storage ring.

The elders were stupefied, wondering where he had acquired such a prestigious artifact. The bronze armor was typically reserved for the elite army of the Celestial Heavenly Sect.

"Do you think we won't receive any reward for becoming a vassal clan of the sect?" the Clan master asked, dispelling their stupefied expressions. He then rushed out of the hall, prepared to defend his clan at any cost.

Observing the clan master's unwavering resolve, the elders exchanged subtle glances. They sighed deeply before arming themselves and following in their leader's footsteps.

The elder with the saber confronted the hooded figures with reckless bravery, attacking with all his might, without concern for his own life.

The hooded figures, however, displayed an uncanny skill and easily deflected his attacks before delivering a powerful sword strike, cutting his chest deeply.

In excruciating pain, the elder staggered back, clutching his wound. The formidable adversaries had pushed him to the brink of despair, his trembling legs barely supporting him. In the face of another sword strike, he closed his eyes and accepted the imminent end.

Just as he prepared for death, a clash of metal against metal rang out, and he cautiously opened his eyes.

To his astonishment, he saw his clan master locked in battle with one of the hooded figures, holding his ground.

In disbelief, he observed other elders joining the fray. Tears welled in his eyes as he gritted his teeth, steadying himself with his weapon, ready to re-enter the fight.

Two screams pierced the air, and the elder watched in horror as one of his companions clutched his neck, gurgling with fear, before collapsing lifeless. Another cry came from the front.

The Chou clan master cried out as he was cut across the leg. In a desperate attempt to retreat, he found himself confronted by another hooded figure.

A vicious strike landed on his back, cleaving his armor in two and cutting through his flesh as if it were paper.

The clan master collapsed to the ground, his lifeblood pooling around him.

The injury on his leg was so deep that it exposed his white bone, and his tibia and fibula had been severed.

In addition, the other elders were on the brink of death, with their clan's fate teetering on the edge of annihilation.

"I'm sorry," the clan master whispered, resigned to his impending fate.

However, death failed to claim them as the hooded figures seemed to ignore their presence, preoccupied by more formidable threats.