Crumbling Down

The scene quickly turned into that of horror.

Heavy showers of golden swords fell from the sky, instantly incapacitating the proud and invincible Zenith Hunters.

"Guark!"

"Urk!"

"Keuk!"

The attacks were brutal, albeit dull. Each sword had no edge, and as such, could only deal blunt attacks.

One could think that this was better, but that was far from the case.

At least, when sharp weapons pierced the target in multiple areas, they were bound to experience the sweet release of death.

However, such was not the case with these dull blades.

"S-save meee..."

"S-stop! Stop iiiit!"

"Gahhhhhhh!!!"

Like big chunks of metal crushing their bones over and over again, while rendering them unable to deliver a counterattack, the golden raindrops continued.

Until nearly all the Zenith Hunters were vanquished.

The only ones that remained were four dishevelled Hunters—who were glaring towards the sky with both intense rage, and deep-seated fear.