A biting wind howled, quickly cooling the blood on the ground until it clotted.
Amid the swirling white snow, Ethan slowly ended the Bloodthirst effect of the [Damaged Blood-Drinking Long Knife].
His health is down to five percent now. Basically, if anyone lands a hit on Ethan right now, it would kill him instantly.
Outside the snow-white exit of Safe Zone 9527, the "blood flowers" blooming across the snow and the bodies of class-changed players everywhere made the man in the black coat—missing one arm—tremble all over. Any thought of resisting was gone.
His eyes were full of nameless fear and blankness as he watched Ethan walk toward him step by step.
Player [19110536] instinctively backed away a few steps and said in a shaking voice:
"You—you actually killed them all!"
Ethan answered, puzzled: "Weren't you watching the whole time? Enough talk. You're the last one."
Player [19110536] hurried to say: "Wait, you might not know which organization I'm from. Let me tell you—"
