749: Chapter Special means, direct attack on the main body

At this moment, the ghost-like Shadow had already vanished without a trace, as if it had never appeared in this space.

Seeing this, Robert and Illywhite both let out a sigh of relief. Their tensed bodies instantly relaxed, and beads of sweat trickled down their faces.

"King Arthur, we must not let this person escape!"

Robert suddenly widened his eyes, filled with anxiety and fury.

He looked at the Parliament Treasury, which had been ransacked and was now in disarray.

The once neatly arranged treasure shelves were now toppled over, precious items were scattered everywhere, and the magnificent decorations were ruined. The anger in his heart burned fiercely, and he couldn't help but shout in a hurry.

Constantine, however, sharply surveyed his surroundings, his gaze like a hawk, not missing a single subtle corner.

He meticulously observed the environment, attempting to find any clues left by the Shadow, but found nothing.

"No need to chase. It wasn't the main body to begin with, otherwise, do you think you two would still be alive?"

Constantine's voice was low and steady, carrying an undeniable authority, but a hint of apprehension flashed in his eyes.

He had keenly noticed something was off halfway through the battle, detecting an anomaly in the Shadow's attack methods and power fluctuations.

Although the Shadow's methods were Weird and its every Move caught people off guard, it grew weaker the more it fought, completely unlike a normal Emperor Realm Expert who possesses an endless supply of powerful Qi.

Its attacks gradually became sluggish, and its Moves were no longer as sharp, like a spent arrow.

"Then we just let him go?!"

Illywhite was filled with unwillingness. Her hands were clenched into fists, her fingernails digging into her palms.

Recalling the previous battle, she had almost died at his hands. The fear of brushing with death still lingered in her heart.

"Hmph, although I can't pinpoint his true form, it won't be easy for him to escape completely unscathed."

Constantine snorted coldly, a sneer appearing on his face, a hint of confidence in his smile.

However, upon seeing the tragic state of the surroundings, his hands also involuntarily clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white from the effort.

Evidently, with the Parliament Treasury being robbed again, even an expert as powerful as he was could not remain completely unfazed.

"The Sequencer Shadow Lord, unexpectedly strong."

Constantine's expression hardened, and he looked at Robert seriously, "Go organize a team. In two days, I will personally lead the team to clear out the Life Forbidden Zone!"

"Yes!"

Robert straightened his body, responded loudly, then quickly turned and hurried away to carry out Constantine's command.

Outside the Parliament, as the Shadow retreated, the Black Shadow Legion, which had been like a tide, also gradually dispersed.

The darkness that had enveloped the Parliament like a torn curtain, allowing sunlight to stream in once more.

Golden sunlight scattered across the ravaged land, yet it could not dispel the lingering scent of blood and gunpowder in the air.

Corpses lay everywhere, piled haphazardly, and blood flowed across the ground, forming dark red puddles, narrating how tragic the previous battle had been.

This left Xu Qian, who was observing from afar, utterly shocked. Her eyes were wide, her mouth slightly ajar, and her pretty face was filled with disbelief.

Although she hadn't personally witnessed the Shadow's actions, the tragic scene before her and the terrifying methods were already horrifying.

Especially just now, she had felt two intense battle fluctuations. That powerful Qi fluctuation impacted her senses like surging waves, and she was certain that only experts above the King Realm could possess such immense power.

"Had enough watching?"

Suddenly, that familiar yet cold voice sounded behind Xu Qian. The voice was like it came from an ice cellar, sending an instant chill down her spine.

Before she could react, her vision darkened, and a powerful force enveloped her, instantly making her disappear from her original spot.

And almost the very next second after she disappeared, Constantine's imposing figure suddenly appeared.

He stood tall and straight, like a towering mountain, amidst the ruins.

He coldly surveyed his surroundings, not missing any corner, attempting to find the trace of Qi he had just sensed.

"It's that annoying Qi again, but this also confirms that the Corpse Ancestor, like that Shadow Lord, must be one of those so-called Sequencers."

Constantine murmured to himself, a hint of contemplation and vigilance in his eyes.

On the other side, when Xu Qian came to her senses, she was already back in the abandoned building.

And the Shadow had appeared before her at some unknown time, but there was a penetrating wound on his shoulder.

The wound was bleeding profusely, as if pierced by some Sharp Weapon, and it seemed to be spreading.

"Senior, are you alright?"

Xu Qian asked with some concern, but the Shadow did not answer her question, merely giving her a cold glance.

"If there's a next time, death!"

After speaking, he vanished into the darkness, as if merging into the endless night.

Within the Dark Domain, the Shadow clutched the wound on his shoulder, a rare look of solemnity on his face.

Because what had entered the Parliament earlier was merely a Clone he had manifested. The true attackers were nothing more than the Black Shadow soldiers and An Ying's personal guard.

After all, it was one of the three major Alliances of the Human Race, and he naturally wouldn't underestimate it.

As one of the three major powers of the Great Eagle Country, the Parliament was heavily guarded and undoubtedly possessed many powerful experts and defensive measures.

What's more, there were three top-tier experts within the Great Eagle Country, each not to be underestimated.

But what he hadn't expected was that Constantine's attack could wound his main body. That powerful Qi had directly affected his true form through the Clone, and even now, he was unable to directly heal this wound.

The intense pain from the wound came in waves, causing his brows to furrow tightly.

Furthermore, at that critical moment, he could only temporarily suppress the wound's deterioration, waiting until now to focus on eliminating Constantine's lingering will.

That residual will, like a maggot in the bone, continuously eroded his Qi, attempting to hinder his recovery.

"A special saint relic, huh? But a gunshot wound for ninety percent of the resources in that Treasury, it's not a loss!"

The Shadow calculated in his mind. This time, he had truly made a huge profit, with countless resources of all kinds. At this moment, the Black Shadow Legion's soldiers were still busy sorting and organizing the treasures plundered from the Parliament Treasury.

A moment later, the Shadow put away his thoughts and began to heal. He sat cross-legged in the darkness, closed his eyes, concentrated, and mobilized the surrounding darkness to repair the wound.

After all, there were still many important things waiting for him to do, and being injured would greatly affect his efficiency.