My Waste Husband
Chapter 1351

Chapter 1351

Henry was originally an assassin. As an assassin, being able to conceal himself was one of the most essential skills required.

Not far from the shipyard, Henry and Ranjeet hid in the mist. Henry sat cross-legged on the ground, even his breathing had became faint. There was no trace of Qi from Henry's. In his current state, even an expert like a catman would be unable to easily find him in the mist.

Ranjeet meditated behind Henry. Except for the occasional pig- like munching sounds, his was also almost in the same state as Henry. His capabilities made people regard him as a fat good- for- nothing, but his ability to hide was certainly on a par with Henry's.

There was complete silence within the thick fog. Only some voices could be heard from the shipyard nearby every once in a while. These voices drifted amidst the fog, sounding like the wails of ghosts.

Henry, who was sitting cross- legged on the ground, noticed that a few more inheritors had arrived at the shipyard. Uncle Xu welcomed them personally, and the smile on his face was exceptionally sweet.

Time flew by quickly.

Light gradually disappeared within the formation. The fog was filled with darkness, causing the already inscrutable fog to turn dimmer. At that moment, even objects that were merely two meters away could not be clearly seen.

The people in the shipyard also began to get a little sleepy. Ever since they had entered the formation, they were always in a very tensed state. At that moment, their tiredness appeared after they began to relax.

A blurry full moon could be seen high in the sky, casting a cold and lonely light on the ground.

A chilling aura suddenly pierced through the night sky.

"He's here!"

Henry, who had been sitting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes and stared straight ahead.

A cold gleam of light cut through the fog and struck towards the shipyard.

"Crack!"

The shipyard was instantly split into two.

"Joselito, your arrival has been long awaited!"

A loud shout sounded from the shipyard.

"Ha ha." Joselito's laughter sounded. "You bunch of weaklings dare to set me up? I had already noticed your existence from hundreds of metres away. How convenient it is that all of you are already gathered here, I no longer have to hunt all of you one by one. Kill them, old man, just leave that Wei Lan alive for me!"

"Yes, my lord." Verrail replied. Then the air around him sharpened instantly.

"Attack!" Loud shouts sounded from the shipyard.

A death battle had officially begun.

Verrall Yang was the most powerful being at the stage of spirit control, and his capabilities could absolutely be regarded as one of the top in the world. Unless the extremely few top experts of the

world joined in the fight, no one was confident that they could stop Verrall. Even Catman would be left with the option to flee in the face of Verrall's sword.

Although the inheritors had the advantage in numbers, and also had their protectors supporting them, but in the face of Verrall, some differences could not be just simply compensated with a large quantity of men. The sharpness that filled the air alone was enough to make the majority of the inheritors fall back.

"Fatty, now do you feel anyone watching you from the dark?" Henry said softly to Ranjeet that was right beside him.

"No." He shook his head and trembled suddenly, then said fearfully, "Brother, don't scare me like that. It's now the middle of the night."

Henry asked this question because he wanted to know if Uncle Xu had started taking any action. Based on what had happened in the day, Henry was certain that Uncle Xu was definitely the owner of the spirit that was about to awaken. Now that Ranjeet could not sense the existence of the spirit, it meant that Uncle Xu had not taken any action yet.

Henry also lay in wait. He knew very well that he also did not have many chances.

Blood was shed in the dark fog.

Some inheritors had already met their end.

"A group of weaklings tried to attack me. What a joke!" Joselito's arrogant voice resounded through the fog.

Although Verrail was old and thin, but he could be seen as a god of war. Anyone who wanted to play with fire would have to pay the price.

A few inheritors were already badly shaken from Verall's attacks. They gathered together, all of them looking towards a single direction. That was where their leader, Maurits was.

Maurits looked at all the blood that was spilled before him. The rich stench of blood filled his nostrils. There was no expression on his face. He said, "How are the preparations for the thing that I had ordered you to prepare?"

"It's all ready!" Several inheritors stood next to Maurits. They all held daggers in their hands. "Shall we act now?"

"There's no need for that. Let's just wait a little longer." Maurits shook his head, his eyes still not showing any sign of any emotion.

Verrall was too powerful. Many of those protectors were no match for him, and no one longer dared to step forward. They were already scared out of their wits from Verall's attacks. Their trump card was the idea Uncle Xu had come up with. Once it was successfully carried out, it would definitely be able to hold Verrall down.

When Verrall saw that no one moved towards him, he took a step forward. At the same time, the sharpness that surrounded him also increased by 70 centimetres.

The group of inheritors retreated 70 centimetres in unison.

With every step Verrall took, those inheritors took a step back.

"Hurry up and kill them all. We still need to go to the Loulan ancestral grounds. We don't have all day." Joselito said impatiently.

"Yes, My lord." Verrall raised his arm, sword rays blotted out the sky and formed behind Verrall, and even the thick fog was sliced apart. A strange empty space appeared behind Verrall.

"Maurits, quick!" An inheritor stared at the Sword Qi all over the sky, his eyes widened fearfully.

The inheritors next to Maurits were all ready to take action.

"No, it's not the right time yet!" Maurits waved his hand to stop them.

Just as Maurits waved his hand, another protector was pierced by the Sword Qi and died.

Seeing their mates crumble one after another, the protectors all got anxious. They initially dared to ambush Verrall because they had a trump card. However now, this trump card has still not been used. If they fought him purely with their own strength, they would just be fodder for Verrall.

Verrall was very powerful. Every time he waved his hand, a person's life was ended.

One after another, the protectors were killed under Verrall's Sword. The inheritors' eyes were reddened as they looked at Maurits, but he just stood there coldly, as if those who died before him were just ants.

"Maurits! How long more do we have to wait?"

"\Ne can't wait any longer! Our mates are being killed with every passing second!"

It pained the inheritors extremely to see their protectors slaughtered in such fashion, they were their most loyal servants, and had developed a strong bond after years of company.

Maurits raised his arm high. When blood spurted from the only protector that remained, he swung his arm down hard. "Attack."

At that moment, an invisible pressure suppressed Verrail, who was in the middle of a massacre, completely.