The man in the Blood Mist never imagined that his most valued subordinate would be killed in a single encounter.
He recalled Chang Wenyu's words. The Painter had a terrifying special ability: at a certain cost, he could draw anyone he saw—or any Vengeful Spirit—into a painting and strip them of everything.
The ability came with severe limitations, but Chang Wenyu hadn't told him what they were. She had only said that the Painter could use it three times within a certain period. In other words, he could only draw three people.
"Shan hasn't been annihilated. Something has simply been taken from her." The man in the Blood Mist examined the Sheep-Headed Woman's condition. He knew very well that when someone Red-Clothed was annihilated, they left no trace in this world. Yet Shan's body remained.
"If Chang Wenyu wasn't lying, the Painter can only use that ability three times in a short period. Then there's nothing to fear." The man let go of Shan's body. "Chang Wenyu used up one of his chances to hold him off, and Shan just cost him another painting. He only has one use left."
The dense Blood Mist obscured everything. The man at the head of the group had stayed hidden in it the whole time, never once showing his true face. "It's a terrifying ability, but it means nothing against an overwhelming numbers advantage. When he finishes his third painting, he'll be annihilated."
The Blood Mist concealing E slowly dispersed. The man at the head of the group had practically delivered E right to the Painter. In his eyes, trading one of E's lives for one of the Painter's paintings was well worth it.
"Once I push open that unclaimed Door and become Above Red-Clothed, I'll find what you've lost and let you