The Vulture's Hand truly lived up to its purpose as a tool for seizing the possessions of the dead. When Bai Zhou raised it in his palm and activated Six-Sin Reincarnation, releasing everything it had accumulated recently in one burst, he heard the roars of five members of the Seven Sins beside his ears.
There was the shriek of the fused giant monster, along with the deathly howls of Lust and the others. In the end, their voices merged into a single, piercing cry around the six-colored halo: "Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!"
It was as though vengeful ghosts had latched onto him.
But Bai Zhou had killed them while they were alive and enslaved them after their deaths. Naturally, he felt not the slightest fear. His expression remained unchanged throughout.
To everyone watching, though, the sight of him hanging in the sky, expressionless behind his sunglasses as he drove a six-sin halo filled with harrowing screams, made him look all the more like a living demon risen from hell—a monstrous lord bent on destroying the world!
On the other side, Lancet was the one facing the halo head-on. In his ears, those same voices became something entirely different: "Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die!"
Seven cries to kill, and seven to die. It was as though the old man holding the lancet was doomed to die.
Before the two forces had even met, half of the first assassin's left arm had evaporated, leaving him maimed on the spot.
And that was only the beginning. Lancet was like a mantis standing before a rolling wheel. There was no path left for him but to be crushed.
Just then, Lancet, so tense he had forgotten to breathe, widened his eyes in fury. As his entire left arm vanished