The sound of explosions arose in succession, and the bodies of the Bloodthirsty swelled one after another, bursting into countless fragments and spreading blood mist.
A few of them trudged through the corpses and bloodstains, reaching Bologue's gaze. Just as they were about to swipe their claws to sever Bologue's head, the arc of Ether flashed on Bologue, executing a strike so swift that the naked eye could barely discern it, accomplished effortlessly in a breath.
The Bloodthirsty brushed past Bologue, charging several meters along their path before stumbling and falling to the ground, bodies shattered, with the cut surfaces of flesh and blood incredibly smooth and neat, blood gushing out and pushing the bloody atmosphere of the space to the extreme.
"These Bloodthirsty have not been armed."
Bologue kicked away the corpse at his feet, "Not wearing armor, nor undergoing alchemical implants... Looks like a newly born batch."
