Gloomsoil Hidden Realm, Northern Battlefield, Northwest War Zone No. 31.
On a stretch of flat ground along the Triangular Riverbank, a blood-soaked, grotesquely mutated figure sat slumped by the shore.
This figure's true identity was a Mad Clown at the fifth Nightmare level from this battle. Even back in the Delight Theater, he had counted among the few elite powerhouses.
Yet at this very moment, he was covered in wounds, his breath faint and failing.
Even though an Abyss Core had already formed within the clown's body, the core was now on the verge of shattering, and his life was nearing its end.
Moreover, scattered across the rocky shore around the clown lay more than a dozen mangled, pale skeletal remains.
They had once been this clown's companions, but now they had become piles of cold, lifeless flesh.
As for the killer responsible for all this, she was currently stretching her signature snow-white wings as she strode toward the last clown.
She was none other than the Winged Hunter, Amanluo.
Staring at her expressionless face and feeling the icy killing intent rushing toward him, the last Mad Clown's eyes filled with terror. He immediately cried out with all the strength his weak, hoarse voice could muster:
"W-Wait!"
"I can provide you with useful intelligence!"
"So don't kill me yet, please!"
However, Amanluo showed not the slightest interest in the dying words of the defeated man before her.
Her snow-white wings immediately swept forth with ruthless sharpness.
And so, the clown's malformed, half-human, half-demon body—along with the Abyss Core inside him—was shredded into countless pieces by Amanluo on the spot.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
After cleanly dispatching the last prey present, Amanluo turned to survey the enemy corpses strewn along the riverbank, yet her expression was extraordinarily grave.
The next second, light