At that moment, Qin He's figure was clearly reflected in the Blood Raven Holy Son's eyes. He frowned and swiftly swept his gaze around.
Very soon, he locked onto Black Feather and Wu Zhuzi, who lay motionless on the ground like dead dogs.
Fragments of the Bone Staff were scattered nearby as well.
"Uncle Wu, Uncle Feather?"
The Blood Raven Holy Son's eyes blazed in the next instant. Surging killing intent erupted toward the heavens as he locked onto Qin He and roared, "What thief dares harm my uncles?!"
As he roared, his six wings flapped, and six Blood Wind Blades slashed directly toward Qin He.
There was not the slightest hesitation.
At first glance, the Wind Blades did not seem particularly powerful; even the sound of them cutting through the air was faint.
Yet Qin He, seated cross-legged at the bottom of the pit, felt every hair on his body stand on end.
The Wind Blades' sharpness was peerless. They did not radiate overwhelming power because their killing intent was condensed to an extreme, beyond the perception of others.
That killing intent enveloped Qin He as though blades were scraping across him, about to slice open his skin.
Even more terrifying was their speed. In the blink of an eye, they arrived above Qin He's head, closing in from six directions without leaving the slightest gap for him to flee skyward.
This simple strike was far more terrifying than anything Wu Zhuzi and Black Feather had displayed.
Bang!
The six Blood Wind Blades fell, flashing through Qin He's body. Dust instantly flew everywhere, shrouding the pit in a hazy veil.
"It hit him!"
"Is he dead?"
More than a dozen Blood Armor Generals stared in alarm, trying to see the outcome at the bottom of the pit.
Yet the