Bloodstained Witch

Without another word, Freya pressed her left hand down. The Bone Claw slammed into the floor, and the force launched her small body toward the gunmen.

"Fire!" the guards' captain ordered.

The guards were elite army veterans, formidable by ordinary standards. They carried only pistols, but their firepower was nothing to scoff at. They aimed at Freya in midair and emptied their magazines.

Freya had nowhere to dodge. She raised her other hand, and the Bone Claw on her right blocked her curled-up body. Gunshots cracked in rapid succession. Every bullet struck the claw, leaving her unharmed.

The next instant, Freya hurtled into their midst like a cannonball. Her two enormous Bone Claws swept through the crowd, extending and retracting like a whirlwind. Their ten finger bones were sharp as knives. A dozen elite guards, along with several guests and servants who had stopped to watch, were cut to pieces in an instant.

Blood gushed across the floor, forming a vast pool that even seeped through to the story below...

Outside the mansion, Selina was carrying out a bloody slaughter of her own.

Viscount Luciwang's gunshot had alerted the entire estate. Besides the thirty elite guards inside, the viscount's real security force was outside: fifty armed guards and thirty young footmen who had been issued weapons. The butler rallied them all and led them toward the mansion's main building.

The butler was undeniably capable. He kept the estate's staff in excellent order and responded swiftly to emergencies, turning scattered guards and footmen into a force to be reckoned with. Against ordinary thugs or assassins, his response would have been flawless. But this time, he faced a Transcendent who could turn into a raven and circle overhead.

Selina and Freya had divided the work. Freya would go in and assassinate the