BOOM— In an instant, nearly a hundred Death Warriors were sent flying once again. The scene was spectacular—one black-clad figure after another crashing down from the sky. It was a sight so brutal it was painful to watch.
Seraphina Ashworth unleashed several palm strikes in quick succession. Of the original five hundred or so Death Warriors, barely any remained standing under her fierce, terrifying assault. The masked man was about to become a general without an army.
Looking at the Death Warriors lying strewn across the ground, Seraphina Ashworth's clear eyes grew cold. A hint of paleness crept onto her beautiful face. Using the Nine Nether Cold Technique consumed a massive amount of Inner Strength. Normally, this wouldn't have much of an effect on her, but as luck would have it, she had just discovered she'd gotten her period.
