The slaughter in the shadows continued—or rather, the massacre.
Amid the steam pipes, crimson mist sometimes gathered into humanoid shapes, sometimes transformed into blood birds, claws, or blood poison, attacking in relentless chains of bites and strikes.
Faced with such intangible yet difficult-to-defend-against attacks, the group of nonhumans fought as they retreated, yet they could not widen the distance at all. There was nowhere left to retreat to.
The crimson mist was everywhere, and the attacks often emerged suddenly from within it, while any counterattack was doomed to miss.
This was the Blood Feast's signature ability. Once one of their paths reached the Silver Law, they could cultivate the trait known as Blood Mist Transformation.
It was a curse, but also an application of a technique. It was an advanced application of "Foot" among the Four Skills, though it had already strayed from the proper path.
A normal "Foot" was more of an "evasion technique," a "body technique," or, in other words, an "invincibility technique."
Like the other Four Skills, its principle was extremely simple. Law Decree-level Professionals had already been "contaminated." If they could merge their flesh with contamination for a short period and form the so-called "Entwining Hand" technique, achieving considerable direct offensive or defensive effects, then could they take it one step further?
"Damn it, what kind of ability is this? Why are my attacks completely ineffective?"
A lion-headed nonhuman wore an expression of utter despair. His strange curved blade passed easily through the mist.
Then, in the next instant, a crimson claw carved another deep gash into his body.
I can hit you, but you can't hit me. Until they could break his Blood Mist Transformation, it was just that disgusting.
"Retreat!"
Finally, gritting his teeth, Da Mu chose to fall back.
He was the exiled