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Holding the Scythe of Funeral and beating his Silver Wings, Gelman exploded through the air once more and shot toward the Collector.
Boom—
The Collector clapped its hands together, trying to catch Gelman, but Gelman was faster and slipped between its fingers.
Gelman couldn't let the Collector catch him easily. At the same time, he needed to strike back with swift, effective attacks.
Whoosh—
The Scythe of Funeral shattered the display-case glass around the Collector's head. Shards flew everywhere, and yellow flames seeped from the wounds the blade had carved into its bones.
The Collector was startled. Ignoring the wound on its skull, it hurriedly swept its yellow robe over its head. In that instant, its enormous body rapidly shrank.
Gelman's overwhelming assault had forced it to use its most terrifying ability right away.
It curled into a ball, wrapped in its yellow robe, shrinking until it was barely one hundredth of its former size.
Thump, thump—
It pulsed like a heart, rapidly building up energy. The process was incredibly quick.
Then the yellow robe unfurled, and the Collector expanded at incredible speed, shedding layer after layer of its outer covering. A terrifying gale burst from beneath the robe.
Rumble—
The gale howled. Several nearby mounds of flesh and the Greater Species fighting there were all buffeted by the wind, staggering unsteadily.
Soon, the flesh on the Greater Species was scraped away layer by layer like it had been cut with a bone-scraping knife, turning into a bloody slurry that flew into the distance.
They didn't even have time to howl. Their cries of agony were swallowed completely by the roaring wind.
All that remained were skeletons, but they couldn't escape their fate either. After a series of cracking sounds, they crumbled to powder and were swept