The inside and outside of the temple are planted with many bamboos, and the forest is thick.

By the time the morning sun fell through the cracks in the bamboos onto the bricks of the temple, the rebels had quietly reached the high walls of the temple.

It was a high wall that had been built after the seizure of the place, about four meters, which was a bit impassable for humans, but it was not difficult for the Vastayas.

The swift hunters only needed a run-up jump to grab their paws against the wall, rolled over and leaped over, and immediately launched a merciless slaughter on the sleeping shadow guards, harvesting sweet dreams that they could not wake up from.

The Dire pressed its paws against the wall, and when it felt impossible to push it, it toppled against the wall, allowing its companions to rush over its broad back.

The flying Vastaya had already hovered over the temple, and the impatient Si Mace had already climbed the bamboo, and one flew lightly on the eaves.

After a few steps, he wrapped his dexterous tail around the statue of the beast's head extending from the corner of the eaves, hanging his head upside down and hanging his head in the air, but he didn't expect that just such a reconnoitring action of the enemy would kill him.

A shuriken shot out from the shadow of the eaves, piercing the eye socket of the thinking macape with precision.

There was a muffled sound, and the corpse of the thinking mace fell down.

Then, a cloud of black smoke exploded in the shadows, and a shadow guard appeared under the black smoke stirring. Dressed in black and iron-faced, a pair of cold eyes looked at the corpse in front of him under the mask, constantly revealing a crimson light and the breath of death.

"Enemy attack!"

With a hoarse sound piercing through the steel, the alarm bell roared, and the shadow guard sentry hidden in the shadows spotted the Vastaya rebels who had infiltrated the night, and immediately informed the other shadow guards.

In a few moments, a large number of shadow guards rushed out from between the temples, fearless to raise their swords to meet the Vastaya.

Now that it has been exposed, the rebels are no longer tiptoeing and stealing, and have begun to roar and kill without any scruples.

In a breath's time, they had burst into the middle of the Noxians, either sliding or somersaulting, and at the same time delivering deadly blows, dancing into enemy lines.

The battle between Vastaya and Shadow Stream finally started in this bloody early morning.

Luo Gang threw out the golden feather and knocked a kunai shot at his fellow clan, and another tumbling forward suddenly knocked down a shadow guard, leaving behind the dead corpse in his hand, blood flowing down the dagger onto his gorgeous golden feather, but he had no time to take care of it, and a pair of eyes kept staring at Kasumi on another battlefield.

The Purple Blue Crow Spirit, which is highly effective in killing people, has been targeted by several shadow guards, and they are rushing towards Xia in an encirclement momentum, with a variety of weapons in their hands, including scimitars, ninja scythes, poison darts, and iron fans, but all of them have a deadly cold. With a heartbeat, he rushed to Kasumi.

Faced with the menacing enemy, Kasumi first gave Luo a "believe me" look, and with a bend of his hand, he used wild magic to condense several purple feather blades between his fingers.

She dodged the flank of many weapons with a somersault, her powerful bird's feet allowing her to leap high, and before she landed, Kasumi shot out all the feathered blades in her hand with a blade, and then lightly landed in the gap between the shadowguards.

With another bend of his hand, the feather blades flew back, and the stiff corpses of several shadow guards fell to the ground like broken marionettes.

Luo couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and then saw a Vastaya besieged not far away, and he resisted stubbornly, and the short sword of the shadow guard condensed with shadow magic, the crystallization of every life he slew, and was about to cut off his head.

Shadow magic is classified as necromancy here, and in addition to functions such as synergizing shadow combat, it can also drive souls to bless blades, which is very vicious to the Vastayas who come and go from the soil.

Luo immediately rushed away without thinking, turning into a whirlwind of dazzling gold, and saved a dead soul under the knife in time.

Behind him, a leopard-headed Vastaya drew his bow into a full moon and shot the rifleman who had already aimed his gun at Lo, and as he reached for the quiver, the hunter's gaze was focused on a vague dark shadow lurking in the shadows.

Don't look at the Vastayas with animal characteristics, but don't forget that most of their bloodline is derived from humans and they also use weapons.

But if you push them into a hurry, it's normal to throw away your weapons and pick up your claws to fight hard.

The rebels slammed into the center of the monastery, and the Shadow Guards were defeated by the Vastaya raid.

It seems that the Vastaya rebels can destroy the monastery with only a small sacrifice.

But with the appearance of that man, that all changed.

A temple in the center of the temple suddenly rushed out of several figures, some broke through the eaves and stood proudly on the eaves, some wrapped their arms to guard the body, and some crossed their blades to their chests, half-squatting on the stone lamppost.

Although they have different postures, they are all dressed in the same outfit.

Dressed in black, with a pair of barbed arm blades, and two giant darts on his back, beneath the black iron mask were a pair of indifferent eyes, exuding a dangerous glow as crimson as a fluttering scarf, immersed in the thick of black shadows.

These figures alone exuded an endless aura of extreme danger, which frightened the rebels. Everyone felt that they were being targeted by a terrifying killing intent, and it seemed that if they took a step, they would immediately splatter blood on the spot.

The consciousness of human nature compels them to take a step, and the instinct of the animals screams from the bottom of their hearts to let them escape.

Kasumi, who had dealt with Shadow Flow a lot, recognized at a glance the identical figures in front of her, and she had fought each other in the corrupted temple.

They are all the Shadow Lords - Tribulation!

Seeing that everyone was robbed, Elder Ke'er motioned to Xia and asked her to make a statement.

"Don't be afraid, only one of them is real, and the rest are phantom clones condensed by shadow magic."

But she didn't feel convincing when she said it herself, she had completely mastered the forbidden shadow magic, and even the shadow clone could kill people invisibly.

She understood that the reason why he didn't do it was because she was out of his reach. The clever ones have mastered the range of their opponents' attacks from the first encounter in the temple.

It's not just about calamity, it's also about Kasumi.

Kasumi was also unable to attack the figures, as her feather blades were condensed by wild magic, making it much more difficult in the shadow-ridden temple.

And the robbery, however, was just outside her reach, only the length of an extra index finger.

A cold sweat broke out on Kasumi's forehead, and she felt the precise control of a killer to kill.

But in order to regain everyone's courage, Kasumi must do something to motivate them.

She is the only one among the rebels who is most familiar with the tricks of the robbery, and she must face the robbery!