"Phew~"
From all directions, endless shadows swarmed in, instantly sweeping past the werewolf and the living corpses.
The only one, a man in a black tailcoat and a dark red cloak, looking like a gentleman in his forties, turned into a wraith form at the first possible moment, attempting to flee.
However, he could barely dodge the encroaching darkness.
It was just a slight slash on his arm by that ink-like attack, but it felt as if it had hit a major artery. Even in his wraith form, he could feel his spirituality gushing out like water from an opened tap, continuously pouring from the seemingly insignificant wound!
"Reaper? How is that possible…"
Steve could only utter his last words before the shadows wholly engulfed him, leaving him lifeless.
Throughout the whole process, Sharon, Maric, and Klein had no chance to interject.
All the tactics they meticulously planned and arranged became utterly meaningless.
Sharon felt incredibly incredulous.