The moment Duanmu Huai stepped forward, an unmatched Fearful Aura burst forth from him. Feeling the explosion of this fearful spirit, warriors of the Dark Spirit Clan suddenly found their bodies, which were previously light as feathers, becoming heavy, their usually nimble limbs turned stiff and clumsy. They knew what this was—an unparalleled fear erupting from within their hearts, a fear that was once their pleasure while tasting other lives. But now, pain itself had turned into a Sharp Blade, directly piercing into the most vulnerable parts of their spirits.
"Boom!"
By now, Duanmu Huai had charged up to the Alien in front of him. With a swing of the Thunder Warhammer in his hands, the fragile body of the Alien was crushed under a steamroller, turning into a clump of rotting flesh emitting black smoke on the ground.
But this was clearly not enough for Duanmu Huai.
