"As expected...a scythe!"
When the edge in the First Hunter's hand sliced perfectly through the air before Lann's eye, the Demon Hunter's first reaction was this.
At that time, Lann saw the fatal wound on Kos's orphan and was convinced it couldn't have been made by an ordinary weapon.
The thin and curved blade, originally a tool for harvesting crops, was equally adept at harvesting lives.
The old hunter, or rather, the oldest hunter in all of Yan'an, lowered his head.
The brim of his tall hat cast a shadow, obscuring his slightly bowed, aged face.
The wide and ragged-edged coat on his back billowed like a fierce demonic shadow.
Aged, gaunt... but carrying the same kind of cold and danger as the scythe in his hand.
This sense of danger made this one-legged elderly man, who walked with a slight hobble, a remarkably striking figure!
The condensed and sharp aura of killing on him even made Lann feel as if he were 'silently burning'.
