"Sixth Boss?!"
"Nine Freak?!"
The remaining bandits stared at the scene in horror. Some quick-witted ones had already wanted to turn and flee, but most were too fired up and were preparing to avenge their fallen brothers.
Psh! Psh!
As the faint sounds rang out incessantly, the other bandits finally saw clearly that what had shot out from the carriage were merely streams of crystal-clear water, gleaming brightly beneath the sunlight.
They were nothing more than exceedingly gentle streams of water, yet at this moment, they seemed to have become the soul-hooking chains of the Grim Reaper—razor-sharp. Even iron armor and sturdy warhorses could not withstand their harvesting.
Several hundred yards away, both the bandits and the members of the caravan stood dumbfounded at the sight.
Several nimble, freely flowing streams of water were like Yama himself, slaughtering the bandits before them without the slightest sign of stopping!
Before long, the bandits who had approached the carriage earlier had been decapitated, flesh and blood splattering everywhere. The scene was incomparably gruesome, instantly turning this patch of land into a realm of Shura.
"Someone brought me a pillow just when I was feeling sleepy..."
That Shura-like voice sounded once more. Amid this hellscape, the scattered blood began to stir, actually floating into the air. It gradually gathered and shifted, becoming several ribbons of blood that vanished in a flash and entered the carriage.
"D-Demon!"
The sight was truly horrifying. Not only were the bandits scared out of their wits, but the caravan members in the distance also fled in all directions at once.
"Quick! Run!"
The leader of the mounted bandits forced himself to remain calm. His experience and knowledge surpassed those of the others, and he knew that what was inside the carriage was no demon or ghost, but a