Along with the flash of the sword came a swarm of black crows overhead.
Some of them, perhaps angered or fearful of Qin Tan, tacitly joined forces to kill him first.
Qin Tan stood calmly amidst the countless attacks.
The Grim Reaper's Scythe blocked the longsword's attack, and the crows, each time they swooped down, were injured by the blood shadow.
This combined attack did not cause any immediate harm to Qin Tan.
On the other hand, the man with the sword only realized the power of the black scythe after he fought Qin Tan in close combat.
The constant surge of blood energy was disturbing his mind, and the sharp blade gleamed with a cold light, giving him the illusion that his head might fall off at any moment.
Due to this psychological pressure, his fighting rhythm was disrupted, thus falling into Qin Tan's rhythm.
The black scythe swept across, and as it collided with the opponent's longsword, the scythe reversed, its sharp tip grazing the opponent's shoulder.
Blood-red chains, symbolizing a curse, flowed along the jet-black scythe.
It's breathtakingly beautiful.
The man with the scraped shoulder stepped back, casually wiping away the bloodstains as if nothing had happened.
Just as they were about to continue their attack, they noticed that the wound, which should have scabbed over, was bleeding again. Although it was a tiny wound, the bleeding was unstoppable.
Bright red blood flowed out, staining his shirt red moments later.
Before he could react with surprise, Qin Tan's attacks came one after another.
Black Scythe will leave a wound whenever it touches the opponent's skin.
Regardless of size or depth, once the defenses are breached, the power of the curse will rampage through the opponent's body along the wound.
If a wound cannot heal on its own, even a small wound can lead to death from excessive blood loss without external help.
Moreover, as the wounds accumulated, the man's body was covered in cuts and bruises.
The man, bleeding from head to toe, quickly became a blood-soaked figure.
At his feet were numerous blood-soaked pits.
What did you do to me?
The man's hand holding the sword was trembling. Given his physical condition, some of the wounds should not have caused such great damage.
Qin Tan, who had no obligation to answer the other party's questions, simply brought down the Grim Reaper's scythe once again.
This time, a wound pierced through his chest and abdomen, tearing his upper body apart.
As the blood splattered, some people vaguely saw strange red runes flashing in the other person's wound.
It is exactly the same as the one on the black scythe.
Despite his unwillingness, his body turned into specks of light and disappeared.
This scene forced everyone to raise Qin Tan's danger level once again.
What is that?
In the dimly lit room, Qin Tan's screen made everyone else's screens squeeze into a corner.
Someone stared at the strange, attached power on the Grim Reaper's Scythe and asked a question.
"This is neither the ability of the Grim Reaper's Scythe to turn its back nor the ability of that cat."
Someone spoke in a deep voice, turning their gaze toward the direction of the Fifth Dawn.
The Fifth Dawn, solidified by the presence of many, simply smiled indifferently: "We, the Dawn Pivot, are not so arrogant as to think we can control all the secrets of the extraordinary beings."
"No matter what kind of ability it is, as long as it can kill monsters, then she is our ally."
"Gentlemen, please continue watching."
Fifth Dawn's attitude speaks volumes.
A man sitting at the end of the table glared at Fifth Dawn with hatred. His fingers spread open under the table, blood pooling on the ground, as he secretly attacked Fifth Dawn.
Just as the drop of blood was about to touch the Fifth Dawn, the man's expression was expectant, but in the next second, the drop of blood disappeared.
And he felt a slight dampness on the back of his neck.
A touch reveals a faint trace of blood.
He wouldn't mistake the power that comes from the same source; that's his ability.
His bodily fluids can corrode everything.
This person, who should have been immune to his own abilities, could feel the flesh on his neck melting.
"No, don't..."
He looked at Fifth Dawn in horror, pleading for her forgiveness.
But Fifth Dawn ignored it. After snapping his fingers, countless mirrors appeared around the man, surrounding him completely.
Sound could not penetrate that strange mirror; everything was blocked.
All that could be seen was the man's terrified face and his body beginning to corrode.
Ultimately, he turned into a pool of pus; this was his fate.
No one raised any objection to Fifth Dawn's cruel methods.
He who kills will be killed by others.
This person is simply reaping what he sowed.
In the City of Bones, Qin Tan frowned in annoyance as he looked at the overwhelming swarm of crows overhead.
These things can't hurt her for now, but there are too many of them. Not only do they block her view, but they also pop up from time to time to ambush her.
Killing all the crows would be too much of a task.
in this way……
Qin Tan set her sights on the owner of these crows.
The ability to control beasts is actually quite good, and it's a ranged ability, so as the master, you can attack enemies from a safe place.
With the beasts present, it would be difficult for the enemy to break through.
The beastwoman clearly had this idea.
She stood far away, and after Qin Tan killed the swordsman, she distanced herself again.
Even from that distance, Qin Tan could see the confident arrogance on the other person's face; the other person didn't think they could hurt her.
Qin Tan took a step forward.
The shadow that should have stopped expanding began to spread outwards again with Qin Tan's actions.
She had never deliberately estimated how vast the blood-red world connected to her shadow was.
Since she wasn't going to restrain herself, Qin Tan wanted to test her limits.
As the shadow spread, the beastwoman panicked.
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