The Fate Weaver!
This was the terrifying talent that the Simulator had rated X-Class, a horrifying ability powerful enough to pose a lethal threat to a Ninth Tier Expert.
A tailor used cloth as material, while the Fate Weaver used fate as cloth.
A segment of fate was a bolt of fabric, a garment.
With proper cutting and stitching, it could make that fate shine with new color—or turn it from dazzling and splendid into something tattered and ruined.
Jiang Qiao did not use it often.
But every time he did, it had a decisive effect.
The most recent use had been at Cloud Mist Mountain, where he had switched Song Shutao's fate with his own, causing this top Awakened who called himself the Soul Reaper to be devoured by his own ability.
It could be said that the Fate Weaver itself was equivalent to a special ability of the Ninth Tier.
And it was one of the most terrifying kinds at that.
It was just that Jiang Qiao himself had yet to reach the Ninth Tier. He did not have many methods for dealing with Ninth Tier experts, so every ability had to be used at the critical moment. He could not simply play his trump card right from the start.
He could not determine whether there were other enemies hidden in the darkness.
So he could only start by playing his low cards.
And preserve more trump cards for himself.
That way, when facing a terrifying enemy who appeared out of nowhere, he would have a chance to turn defeat into victory.
Of course.
The reason he dared to do this.
Was that he was difficult to kill instantly!
The blood-red scissors gradually turned dark red, and as their color changed, the surrounding light was dyed with a