"Venting Her Grief"

The pointy blood feathers resembling blood icicles instantly rained down the shamans, just like when the Godfather defeated a whole troops by himself back at the valley. 

However now, the icicles didn't deliberately miss the target's vital areas. 

On the other hand, the blood icicles decisively struck the shamans' vital areas such as their left chest, their neck, head, and so on. 

STAB. STAB. STAB. 

"Arrrghhhh!!" 

Countless crimson icicles filled the dark sky, and soon, the ground was also dyed in red. 

The shamans that didn't have protective measures instantly died on the spot, while those with a defensive ability or a protective measure survived. 

Unfortunately, there's no way they wouldn't be wounded at all. 

Some lost their legs, some became dying hedgehogs, some lost their arms, some couldn't see anymore, and the others couldn't move from the ground, struck by the icicles.