"Sssh!" "Sssh!" "Sssh!"
A streak of light, resembling a falling star, flashed like a crescent moon through the crowd, carrying an aura of death. With each pass, it claimed a life. Whether at the Early-stage Mythical or the Middle-stage Mythical level, these seemingly invincible masters were as vulnerable as ants in the hands of the suddenly appearing black-robed man, easily crushed with a single hand.
The chilling screams echoed continuously in the square, instilling a sense of bone-chilling cold. The thick, metallic scent of blood permeated the air, making the square appear even more eerie and sinister under the floodlights, enough to shatter the nerves of anyone who glimpsed the scene.
