Skirmish: Part 1

Lin Sheng retracted his hand and looked at the potion.

"Very well. This thing is mine now." He smiled as he tossed the bottle in his hand.

The cultist leader's eyes widened as he turned and ran. He had sacrificed so many town citizens to create that four monsters, and with them not being able to do anything against the latter, he could not figure out a way to turn the tables.

Unfortunately for him, barely a few steps in, a dark power thread blasted out of his forehead.

*Whoof!*

As the thread retracted, the old man fell onto the ground, dead.

At the same time, a storm of dark power threads shot out from Lin Sheng's back like a bristling porcupine. All of these threads easily avoided those from Baine and Nymphaea.

Be it the military, the four monsters, or a few wandering Darksiders, who had just appeared, all twenty of them were instantly killed.