Looking at the massacre on the screens, everyone shuddered.
People were killed like pests, painting the sky bloody!
Those ten people of Myriad Mayhem looked at the slaughter after turning around with somber expressions.
"Should we call an officer-rank member from the 2nd realm?"
"Shut up! We can handle him ourselves," the woman with crimson hair shouted as the symbol on her forehead shined. "Combine our attacks!"
Arkhen killed thousands in just several seconds as a vast patch of the sky became empty after his Tempest Zone disappeared.
Looking at his reality motes, Arkhen wanted to laugh out loud.
489,841 reality motes!
After that massacre, the rest of the people who were far away ran away by literally burning their blood essence and soul energy to increase their speed.
They were terrified to their core!
Arkhen didn't chase them and turned to those ten people as he sensed a palpitating aura forming around them.
