Chapter 211: Skal’Zarith, the Frozen Hunger
It did not matter that the second wave of clan members were more skilled, Damon was still cutting them down as if they were nothing. Their mastery over soul arts seemed so fickle in front of his mastery over blood skills.
"Bullshit! This fucking bastard definitely has some sort of blessing. Otherwise, how could he be so talented? This is impossible!" Robert spat into the snow.
"Don’t worry, boss. Look. Its Arya’s turn now. That woman is a vicious little cunt. She will cut his family jewels into two in no time." Mendoza gave high price to a woman who came crashing into Damon with an unprecedented speed.
Damon was slightly taken back but the next moment the woman’s head was cleanly severed from her body, every little bit of blood essence sucked out.
Mendoza’s jaw went slack, words dying in his throat as Arya’s decapitated body crumpled into the snow. Her blood sprayed in a twisting arc, only to be devoured midair by the crimson aura around Damon. "Impossible." He gasped, unable to believe that such a woman was actually dead in seconds.
Mendoza stumbled back, his hands trembling. "This... this isn’t possible. He’s not just using blood energy. No one moves like that. No one kills like that. What the hell is he?"
Robert remained silent as he continued to observe the bloodbath. One by one the numbers were dying out. The old bastard was also doing his part in cutting down their army. He was killing their own!
This was betrayal! This was evil of the highest order!
Robert let out a long sigh. To fight evil withe evil was not wrong. He took a deep breath as he loosened the ring on his finger. It was coincidentally the same ring he wore even within the game. It was just a simple ring with a single rune carved into the it.