Slowly, the laughter echoing throughout the concave was dwindling in volume.
In truth, the volume didn't change, just that the people lessened in number.
In the span of twenty minutes, Liam had killed over 32 men and women that died without knowing how or why.
There wasn't any need for him to use his darkness.
His element would only erase their flesh and blood, leaving no trace whatsoever and lessening his provisions.
Liam limited himself to using a spell only when one of them was going to shout for help.
The Shadow Clone was doing well on its own.
Liam had to keep it close to him as he moved further in, deliberately slowing himself down so he didn't lose control over it.
The clone's blade wasn't as sharp as Liam's, but it was enough to kill those with Rank 1 bodies.
Eventually, the strange silence was noticed by the stronger cultivators who exited their tents, half-naked and confused.
