Fishermen

Daggers clashed with mystical techniques and the entire battefield thoroughly transformed into an inferno of fire and flesh. Blood littered the ground along with rolling heads that depicted anguish and regrets before their death.

Dan's movements were merciless, with each swipe of his hand, a head would roll on the ground. and a headless body would fall with a dull thud.

Natalie was even more ruthless, most of her attacks while wielding her soft sword like a whip, bisected the bodies of her enemies, eviscerating their insides, revealing a gory and nauseating scene.

Her beauty that contrasted her detached and brutal fighting instincts instilled fear into the hearts of everyone as they all transformed into sitting ducks before Natalie's eyes.

"NOOOO!!! Patriarch! Help us!" The disciples madly screamed, with each limb that they lost, the negative energies that surrounded their bodies, thickened to the point that it looke tangible in the eyes in the form of nightmarish tendrils.