Crunch, crunch.
Each step sank alternately deep and shallow into the snow.
Mu Fan walked up to the mountainside that had been vertically sliced by the giant blade wheel and pulled out the curved light scythe blade embedded in the ground.
Not a trace of attention was given to the sniper's corpse.
Redemption Fifth Stage, one strike, all kill.
As the gunfire ceased, the cold snowy slope fell into silence.
Beneath the vast blue sky, only Mu Fan and Lu Qingxue remained.
This group had vastly underestimated the power of the War Armor Dragon Rider, but their fundamental mistake was not knowing what the Dark Holy Hall was; they had no idea the true significance when that curved light scythe blade appeared!
It represented the ultimate killing weapon from another dimension.
Thus, when Mu Fan charged up the snowy slope, it was already their death sentence.
His indifferent gaze swept across the ground; at least two people had pulled out signal flares.
