The Grim Reaper had used all his lethal moves, yet Ye Qiu remained unscathed. He was like a feather, drifting gracefully in the wind, no storm could harm him.
The Grim Reaper's rage was terrifying, shattering the trees around him as his attacks broke and felled them.
In the battlefield, wherever the Grim Reaper went, nothing remained intact; his fury destroyed everything in its path.
The grass was torn up, revealing the black soil beneath, the power of his destruction comparable to that of a tornado.
Ye Qiu kept his eyes closed, all his dodging movements so natural and fluid, imbued with a touch of elegance.
Watching Ye Qiu, the Grim Reaper couldn't calm down. He couldn't accept that he, who reigned supreme in the world of Assassins and looked down upon all, was powerless against this young man.
After a flurry of brutal attacks, the Grim Reaper stood there, panting, his eyes nearly shooting nails, pinning Ye Qiu to a tree with his fierce gaze.
