Shrill screams!
Frantic fleeing!
Amidst billowing smoke, the terrified mercenaries, devoid of any fighting spirit, only cared about desperately running for their lives.
Too damn scary!
Completely unable to see the enemy, hear any movement.
Even frenzied firing couldn't ward off that eerie attack.
The Reaper is here! The devil is here!
In the darkness, it seemed there was an invisible Reaper's scythe, supremely sharp and precise.
With currently available human blades, it's simply impossible to sever a neck in an instant.
Because even if blood vessels and flesh are fragile, human cervical vertebrae are, after all, bones.
Think about how difficult it is to cut pork and chop bones, how much strength does it take?
And the well-trained, battle-hardened mercenaries were already tough enough.
Without super-fast reactions and robust bodies, it would be impossible to become mercenaries who licked blood off their knives and risked their lives for money.
And this time...
