The moment Duanmu Huai's foot hit the ground, an unparalleled Aura of Fear erupted from him. As the Dark Eldar warriors felt the explosion of that fearful aura, they immediately discovered that their bodies, normally as light as feathers, had begun to grow heavy. Their usually nimble hands and feet became sluggish. They knew what this was—the unparalleled Fear erupting from within their hearts. This had originally been the pleasure they gained from savoring other forms of life, but now the pain itself had become a blade, stabbing directly into the most vulnerable parts of their minds.
Boom!
Duanmu Huai had already charged to the Xenomorph ahead of him. He swung the Thunder Warhammer in his hand, and the Xenomorph's fragile body was crushed like it had been run over by a steamroller, becoming a mass of smoking, rotten flesh on the floor.
But that was clearly not enough for Duanmu Huai.
Another Dark Eldar spread its wings and flew into the sky like an Angel, gripping a poisoned blade as it stabbed toward Duanmu Huai's head. Then Duanmu Huai abruptly turned around, and his warhammer shot out with a howl, smashing the opponent to death against the ceiling like a fly.
Duanmu Huai was empty-handed now, which might have been a good opportunity for the Dark Eldar. Soon, another Dark Eldar raised its gun and opened fire on him. At the same time, its companion crept over from the other side, raised a curved blade, and viciously stabbed toward Duanmu Huai's head.
Clang!
The blade, sharp enough to cut through metal and iron, bounced off Duanmu Huai's helmet. He let out an angry roar and reached out to grab the Dark Eldar's long legs. His left hand seized its left foot, and his right hand seized its right foot.