At this time, no one had the leisure to check whether those who had fallen were alive or dead; it felt as if they had been sheared like wheat stalks with a "swish" falling all at once, not even having a chance to cry out in pain before closing their eyes silently.
In the eyes of this group, the young man who had suddenly appeared before them was no different from the Grim Reaper descending upon the earth to reap lives.
Gradually, fear began to seize their hearts.
No one could see clearly how their companions were falling; what was it that was launching attacks? They couldn't even catch a glimpse of the enemy Evil Spirit's trace, and all they could see was the lone figure of the other party, slowly approaching them step by step.
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Because he had been staring intensely with wide eyes, Xu Xiangyang felt a slight soreness in his eyeballs, but he dared not relax for a moment, as sweat was uncontrollably forming on his forehead.
