章 362: Winner [Bonus]

Sylas' blade practically blinked across space, appearing before the back of the General's neck in a flash. General Aleen hurried to turn around as he sensed something that snapped him out of his berserk state for just a moment. However, that was when Sylas' own gaze flashed.

The singular Skill was ripped apart, separating into several pieces under his control, and then assaulted the General from all sides.

**PCHU! PCHU! PCHU!**

*<Chilling Scythe>* was a Skill, even at Legendary Mastery, that wasn't even close to 200 Damage. It was far too weak, and it only got weaker after Sylas split it apart like he did. But he didn't need the Skill to attack. He only needed it as a vessel to deliver his real killing blow.