Li Yao swung his chains, and the four sickles that had been knocked away assembled into a single giant reaper.
Li Yao turned around, and the sickle split into two, then began to rotate with the chain. This move was very similar to the warrior's whirlwind.
Harvest of Death!
Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang...
"Who in the hell are you?" the Guard Captain roared as he retreated, blocking the rapidly spinning sickles with his two longswords.
"Guess!"
Li Yao drifted towards the four guards, who, seeing the sickle cut through the wall, realized the rock, reinforced by magic, was being sliced open as easily as tofu. They were terrified and dared not clash head-on with his attack.
They clearly saw many notches appearing on their Guard Captain's weapons and knew that if their weapons were to touch his, they would be cut in half instantly.
Weaver of Death!
Suddenly, Li Yao's body seemed to shatter, and a spread of black mist emanated.
