SSS rank Mother-In-Law to an Invincible Family

The Shadow members moved through the cave like an unstoppable storm, their precision and deadly intent leaving no room for error.

Every step they took was silent, every move calculated, and their targets fell swiftly, one by one.

Each evil cultivator they encountered was swiftly and silently dispatched, their bodies collapsing into lifeless pools of blood.

No matter where these enemies hid or how strong their defenses were, the Shadow members easily found them.

Their attacks were swift, lethal, and final—delivered with such precision that the evil cultivators didn't even realize they were dead until it was too late.

Though the Shadow members remained as quiet as the night, some of the evil cultivators began to hear faint sounds every few seconds, each one getting closer and closer to them.

The dull thuds of bodies hitting the ground or the faint crackle of spiritual energy being unleashed sent shivers through the cave.

Panic slowly spread among the more vigilant members of the evil organization.

A few tried to whisper warnings or alert their peers, but before they could even open their mouths, a blade would silently flash, ending their lives before any sound escaped their lips. The darkness of the cave became their grave, and the Shadow their executioners.

As the Shadow moved deeper into the cave, one group of evil cultivators, desperate to survive, tried to mount a defense.

They hastily barricaded behind a makeshift stone and rubble wall, piling whatever they could find to block the approaching assassins.

They sighed in relief, thinking they had outsmarted their attackers and saved themselves, if only briefly.

But they were wrong.

The Shadow members, unfazed, approached the barricade, their faces cold and emotionless.

They examined the hastily erected wall, looking for any weaknesses to exploit. To them, it wasn't an obstacle, merely a slight inconvenience.

One of the lead assassins stepped forward; her hand raised slightly as she gathered a pulse of spiritual qi. With a simple wave, she unleashed a silent but powerful blast of energy.

The stone wall shattered like brittle glass, the rubble scattering across the cave floor.

The evil cultivators behind the wall barely had time to react. Their eyes widened in terror as the wall they thought would protect them crumbled before them.

Before they could even draw their weapons or muster any kind of defense, the Shadow members descended upon them, their blades flashing in the dim, flickering light of the cave torches.

The fight was over before it even began. The cultivators were cut down swiftly, their bodies crumpling in a heap. Blood splattered the ground, and the air grew thick with the metallic scent of death.

As the Shadow moved deeper into the heart of the cave, their brutality and efficiency only intensified. Each strike was precise, calculated, and delivered without hesitation.

There was no room for mercy, no pause for regret. Every kill was clean, delivered with surgical precision.

These assassins, trained in the art of death, moved as if guided by an unseen hand, their actions perfectly synchronized.

The evil cultivators, who had once believed themselves safe and secure within the confines of their lair, were now like lambs to the slaughter.

Some tried to hide in the dark crevices of the cave, hoping to avoid the approaching death, but the Shadow members found them.

They were experts in tracking, sensing the faintest fluctuations of spiritual qi; they would quickly find the hidden cultivators and kill them before moving on.

It didn't matter how far they ran or how well they hid—the Shadow would find them. And when they did, the result was always the same: a swift and silent death.

One evil cultivator, trembling in fear, tried to raise a protective shield of spiritual energy around himself.

He had watched his comrades fall one by one, and now, in desperation, he poured all his strength into forming a barrier.

But the Shadow assassin who approached him barely even blinked. With a flick of her wrist, she unleashed a blade of condensed qi that sliced through his barrier as if it were made of paper.

His eyes widened in horror as the blade cut through his defenses, and in the next instant, his life was snuffed out like a candle in the wind.

The cave became a graveyard, the cold stone floors slick with the blood of the fallen. The Shadow members moved with unrelenting efficiency, leaving no room for escape.

Every strike was deliberate, every movement purposeful. The evil cultivators, who had been so confident in their strength, were now nothing more than bodies scattered across the cave.

By the time the Shadow had reached the deepest parts of the cave, there was no one left to fight. The evil organization had been slaughtered to the last man, and their plans were reduced to nothing but cold, lifeless bodies.

The Shadow members, their faces still as expressionless as when they had entered, stood amidst the carnage they had created. The mission was complete.

No words were exchanged, and no emotions were displayed. They had done what they were trained to do, what they were born to do—kill without hesitation, without mercy.

The cave once filled with the dark ambitions of the evil cultivators, now echoed only with the silence of death.

Meanwhile, Yan Yuehua, Feng Qian, and Feng Yu, who were on top of the hill, were now leisurely walking inside the cave.

Although there were dead bodies atop pools of blood, this did not affect the mood of the ladies.

They had seen even worse scenes, where the dead bodies created small mountains with the blood flowing like a stream.

But they were here for the leader and his henchmen, who were in the deepest part of the cave.

They had already blocked all the hidden exits that they had found long before this operation started, so they were not worried about the leader or anyone else escaping.

So, they did not rush in; instead, they were more focused on the situation in the city where the sacrifice was happening.