Divine Seal: The Shadow Legion, I am the Shadow Lord.

Saint Cher's purple eyes were fixed on the ghostly mask in front of her.

The scene of Yunxuan protecting her that day involuntarily resurfaced in her mind.

Although their last encounter in the forest was just a fleeting glance, the memory of that day was etched deep into her mind like a branding iron.

The scene I just saw through the mask, the figure awakening amidst the interplay of light and darkness, was clearly him!

Even more remarkably, with her keen observation, she could clearly see the "Forget-Me-Not" ring that she had personally put on.

After only a moment's hesitation, a resolute look flashed in Sheng Cai'er's eyes.

She then reached out and grabbed the mask.

"Cai'er! No!"

Just as her fingertips touched the ghost mask, a startled shout rang out!

A familiar figure in white appeared behind her like a ghost; it was the powerful figure who had taken her away earlier.

Saint Cai'er is the reincarnation saintess of the Assassin's Temple, and her importance to the Assassin's Temple is self-evident.

Now that this strange power has suddenly appeared, how could they allow her to come into contact with it before they have thoroughly investigated it?

However, it was ultimately too late.

The white-clad man was gone for a short while, and Sheng Cai'er had already put on the ghost mask without hesitation!

The mask features narrow, sharp-angled cutouts around the eyes, with serrated protrusions along the edges, exuding a fierce and aggressive aura.

Above the brow bone, two sharp, curved horns, resembling demon horns, add to the eerie atmosphere.

The mask fit her small face perfectly, and the dark material seemed to come alive instantly, subtly resonating with her aura.

The man in white felt a chill in his heart and immediately rushed forward, trying to forcibly remove the mask!

However, his hand had not yet touched the mask.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Several barely perceptible whooshing sounds suddenly rang out, accompanied by a gust of wind.

Several shuriken with their edges gleaming with a cold, purplish-blue light shot out from several tricky angles!

These shuriken attacks did not come from one direction.

Some shot down vertically from the shadows above, while others pierced diagonally from the shadows of the side pillars.

But what was most unpredictable was that two bullets actually shot out directly from the shadows beneath the white-clad man's feet!

The angle was tricky and the timing was precise, far exceeding the scope of an ordinary sneak attack!

The man in white's expression hardened slightly, but given his strength, dealing with it wouldn't be too difficult.

Moreover, as a member of the Assassin's Temple, he was naturally more adept at dealing with these assassination methods.

His figure swayed like a ghost, leaving afterimages in his wake. With a flick of his wrists, he precisely shattered all the incoming shuriken.

But the attacks did not stop there.

Just as he knocked the shuriken away, a black figure emerged from the shadows behind him without warning!

The moment this figure appeared, there was no hint of murderous intent. At the same time, he held a dagger in his hand and, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, silently slashed towards his neck!

The man in white felt a chill run down his spine. The other party was able to conceal his aura so perfectly that even he didn't notice it at first.

He didn't turn around. His spiritual energy suddenly surged outwards, and at the same time, he struck out with a backhand palm, the palm wind fierce.

"puff!"

The black figure vanished the instant the palm strike landed.

This is a ghost ninja summoned by Saint Cher!

Immediately afterwards, as if it were a signal.

Several more equally elusive and swift black figures emerged simultaneously from various shadowy corners, each wielding a different weapon.

But the offensive continued, trying to find a weakness in the man in white.

Their movements are fluid and coordinated, providing cover for each other and making the most of shadows and the environment.

However, the gap in strength is ultimately insurmountable.

The man in white snorted coldly, his aura slightly shifting, and his movements suddenly quickened, flitting among the attacks of several ninjas like a butterfly flitting among flowers.

Every strike accurately hit the shadowy ninjas.

But these ghostly ninjas seemed to be endless.

But soon, the ghostly ninjas stopped their attack and stood between Saint Cai'er and the man in white.

The man in white remained standing in the same spot, but his expression was even more solemn than before.

"These summoned creatures..." The white-robed man's sharp gaze fell upon Saint Cai'er, who was now being re-protected by the purple-eyed ninja.

Although he defeated these ninjas effortlessly, he was still quite shocked.

He was able to win so easily because the difference in strength between the two was too great, and he himself was an assassin, proficient in assassination techniques.

However, if it were someone from another temple, dealing with it would probably not be so simple.

Anyone whose cultivation level is below the third rank, regardless of their profession, is almost always at risk of being assassinated.

But the most crucial point is that their numbers seem to be infinite.

If they were actually deployed on the battlefield, they would be a force to be reckoned with.

Moreover, if the strength of these ghost ninjas is limited to this, then they are merely somewhat troublesome.

But if their strength could be further enhanced, then that power would truly be unimaginable.

If Yunxuan were here, he would find that these ghostly ninjas summoned by Sheng Cai'er are very similar to the basic ninja legion he summoned.

However, upon closer inspection, obvious differences can be found.

Their bodies are more slender and elongated, with a strange blurriness at the edges of their outlines.

It seemed not to be a physical entity, but rather composed of flowing shadows, ready to melt back into the dark environment at any moment.

The originally pure black ninja outfit has now turned dark gray, and the material doesn't look like fabric, but more like some kind of matte metal with a frosted texture.

It has the property of perfectly absorbing light, and in dim light it almost blends into the background.

What's most unsettling is the area around the eyes on their masks, which glow with a dark purple light. Staring at them for too long can cause a feeling of disorientation.

This ninja legion, summoned by Saint Cher, has an even more secretive and unpredictable aura, as if it were born specifically for assassination and infiltration.

Several purple-eyed ninjas stood silently in front of the man in white, showing no intention of attacking, yet emanating a silent warning.

Their appearance signifies that Saint Cher has fully accepted the power of the Ghost Mask.

The man in white immediately stopped what he was doing, his expression becoming extremely solemn. He realized that the matter was no longer something he could decide.

The moment the mask touched her skin, Saint Cher found that she did not feel the coldness or discomfort she had expected.

Instead, it has a natural feel, like a drop of water merging into the ocean.

At the same time, a brand new power flowed through her meridians.

This power is dark and swift, and possesses extremely strong stealth and penetrating properties.

It was almost a perfect match for her assassin talent, and even seemed to complement her perfectly.

The man in white looked at Sheng Cai'er, who was being protected by the purple-eyed ninja in the middle.

The mask concealed her expression, but the originally cold and silent aura emanating from her now possessed an indescribable depth and danger.

He dared not act rashly any further and asked in a deep voice, "Cai'er, how are you feeling? This mask... has it had any effect on you?"

Saint Cher shook her head upon hearing this, feeling that this power resonated deeply with her.

More importantly, it seems... it did not attempt to erode or distort her will.

The message conveyed by the mask clearly indicates that this is a "contract" and a "gift".

The core loyalty is directed towards Yunxuan, but the mask itself seems to grant the user considerable autonomy in how to use this power.

This reassured her somewhat and strengthened her resolve to make her initial choice.

The man in white looked at Sheng Cai'er with a complicated expression, and at the silent, purple-eyed ninjas who seemed to be an extension of her shadow.

He then said in a deep voice, "This matter is of great importance, and I must report it to the Palace Master immediately."

Saint Cher did not object, but simply nodded slightly, her purple eyes remaining calm and serene behind the mask.