Crow Rain, guillotines, and an almost endless Slaughter Aura.
Han Dong, who had returned from the demon cave, witnessed the entire process as well.
Even though Han Dong was in decent condition and disguised as an ordinary person walking down the street... when he saw this scene, cold sweat streamed down his forehead.
Moreover,
when Razor Man—Arthur—charged into the Underground Area,
he was roughly ten kilometers away from Han Dong, yet Han Dong could still feel the intense "aftermath of slaughter."
The surrounding civilians bled profusely, one after another.
Some had their arms severed.
Some had their necks sliced open with enormous gashes.
Others had their guts ripped open.
Though they were far luckier than the civilians who died instantly at close range,
without prompt treatment, they would still be doomed.
Even Han Dong's little finger was cut open by a small gash...
"Though we're both mid-rank, this guy isn't even on the same level as the Connector, Kamisitin... Even if I went all out, I might not be able to gain an advantage against him.
A pure stance like this is exactly the type I have the hardest time dealing with.
If I can't borrow a suitable avatar from the gods, this guy might actually kill me.
He's probably even stronger than the Blood Progenitor. Can Commander Malone and the others hold him back?"
Han Dong had a very bad feeling.
Because of the Slaughter Stance displayed by Razor Man, the course of this war remained uncertain...
Han Dong had originally thought that, with the enslavement of the Connector Kamisitin, the battle could quickly be turned around. He would only need to secretly give things a little push from the shadows, and perhaps they could win the defense of the Holy City.
But now, he had to do something