"Damn! That's insane!" Hank shouted, instantly on board.
Then, like a shadow slicing through the battlefield, Laura appeared—bloodthirsty and relentless. Her figure flickered in and out of sight, leaving behind a trail of afterimages as she moved.
Wherever she passed, heads flew. Blood sprayed. Headless corpses crumpled to the ground.
At that speed, her single-target strikes turned into wide-range massacres. It was like watching a scythe sweep through a field of wheat—only she was harvesting lives.
"Hehehehehehe~~"
A chilling, eerie laugh echoed through the air, blending with the screech of claw-blades grinding through skulls. It was like a symphony of slaughter had begun.
"Wh-what the hell…"
Even Umbradrake was shaken.
He could barely track Laura's movements—her speed was so intense it made his vision blur.
This… this wasn't Dreadpaw's corpse nest at all!
He was finally sure of it.
Just Laura alone might be on par with Dreadpaw in raw power.
