The runes eventually flowed down Qin Tan's legs and landed on her shadow.

As the power of the Black Crow was integrated, the bloodshed that crawled out of the shadows became even more solidified.

They became faster.

After being amplified, they can inflict a soul-destroying blow on any human they touch.

Even if they escape this blow, what awaits them is a curse that devours their bodies.

These curses are ubiquitous.

Anyone who comes into contact with it will definitely get infected.

Even without getting close to Qin Tan, those people were gradually being cursed to death.

As for the wild beasts surrounding Qin Tan, they were also living creatures, and their fates were largely the same.

Only overhead, crows circled.

At this height, Blood Shadow cannot reach.

Qin Tan looked up and examined the crows.

These crows can be seen everywhere in the wild, covered in black feathers, but their plumage is not as bright as that of a typical black crow.

Qin Tan tilted her head, her gaze falling again on the blood-red shadows.

Those standing on higher ground were horrified to discover that a portion of the blood-red shadow was actively compressing and deforming.

"Gagaga..."

Amidst the cawing of crows, one after another, blood-red crows flapped their wings and appeared before the crowd.

They flew against the wind and launched an attack on the flock of crows overhead.

The existence of Blood Raven is much like a computer virus; once it comes into contact with it, defeat is imminent.

The vast expanse of black was instantly covered by blood.

Escorted by this mass of blood, Qin Tan and the beastwoman were only a few meters apart.

"Don't come any closer, don't come any closer!"

The beast woman, startled by Qin Tan's methods, retreated.

She summoned the wild beasts to try and stop Qin Tan, but after her large-scale manipulation, the openings in their attacks were too easily detected.

The black scythes are engaged in a fierce battle.

Flesh and blood flew everywhere.

Qin Tan stood before the beastwoman, stepping on a large patch of blood.

"What kind of monster are you?!"

The beastwoman screamed in despair.

Her wild beasts were no match for Qin Tan.

monster?

Qin Tan remained expressionless.

According to these people, possessing these strange powers makes them seem unlike ordinary people.

But she is Qin Tan, Qin Tan who came into this world as a human.

This will not change.

The scythe swept past, and the beastwoman stopped her wailing.

Looking back, of the more than sixty people who had gathered here, only a small fraction remained.

Many people felt their minds crumble the moment they met Qin Tan's gaze, knowing she had committed murder.

Especially Qin Tan's nonchalant attitude after killing so many people.

Although death is an illusion, everything experienced before death, through the senses, is real.

They didn't want to be tortured and killed.

When you find that your enemy is invincible, you only have two choices left.

Surrender, or... run away.

Most people chose to flee this place, and they deeply regretted their previous decision.

Some even extended this grudge to Xi Yang, wanting to kill him before leaving.

Since Xi Yang is dead, they don't believe Qin Tan can find them again.

Before they could even get close to Xiyang, a black scythe fell from the sky and cleaved one of them in two.

"Don't touch my people."

Qin Tan raised his hand and shook it gently.

She watched indifferently as some people fled, a dark undercurrent surging deep within her golden pupils.

She chuckled softly only when several of them were almost out of her sight.

Xi Yang, watching Qin Tan kill his way through, knew that the laughter had sealed the fate of those men.

At the very front, a man looked shaken.

After he escaped Qin Tan's fighting range, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up.

No matter how powerful she is, he doesn't believe she can still make a move from this far away.

Behind him, one could hear many footsteps.

Many others fled like him.

To knowingly go to one's death when one is no match for the enemy is the act of a fool.

That's called being pragmatic.

The man who tried to justify his cowardice noticed that the footsteps behind him had decreased significantly.

Did those people take a different path?

He was thinking about it, but he didn't dare to stop. He turned his head slightly and looked behind him out of the corner of his eye.

Then they discovered that there was no one behind them.

Where are they?

A faint doubt crossed my mind; I didn't see any danger around me.

There are still unknown enemies lurking in the shadows, like a mantis stalking a cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.

He looked away, but still felt awkward.

Something has changed.

The man, whose eyes darted around, couldn't understand it.

It wasn't until he looked straight ahead again that he realized he had been stepping on his own shadow the whole time.

shadow?

The man gasped.

His shadow should be behind him now, so how did it end up in front of him?

No, that's not right!

This shadow is wrong.

He noticed that although the shadow was human-shaped, its edges were twisting.

Occasionally, he could hear the sound of birds flapping their wings.

That sound was the crow he had just heard.

"quack!"

A voice rang in my ears.

In his bloodshot eyes, a blood-red raven flew out from his shadow.

The sharp beak of the bird grabbed one of his eyeballs and pulled it out.

"ah!"

A sharp pain struck, causing him excruciating agony.

With his other intact eye, he saw the eyeball being swallowed whole by the Blood Raven.

My back was soaked with cold sweat.

Where there is a wound, blood flows freely.

Those attacked by blood crows will ultimately meet only one fate: death.

Knowing this very well, he stopped in his tracks.

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