An Astonishing Result
It happened in a flash, a speed that even the Tyrant Slime had failed to notice. Yet, by the time it did, its head had already long since soared from its body. Now, it could only stare at the inverted view around it in confusion, gazing at the twenty strong clones bisected into multiple pieces with each passing breath.
With every flash of brilliant silver light in the shape of a scythe's edge, more and more would fall as the blades light danced around the area like a snake striking at unexpected angels.
Eventually, no clones remained as only a handsome silver-haired lad had stood in the field after the silver rays had halted an angle before reforming into a sinister-looking scythe.
The youth's red pupils had a murderous glint despite his calm and indifferent appearance. He gazed at the Tyrant Slime, whose head was still flying as if it was an ant a nothing more.