Arthur hummed silently, and the Death Qi surged in reverse.
The bodies that the dragon's wings had flung into the air and then smashed back to the ground.
The bodies that wailed in the blaze and turned into charred remains.
And...
Trampling!
Plunged into endless fear, utterly at a loss, scurrying about like headless flies, ultimately dying in this chaos—old men, children, and women.
Their unwillingness, at this time, had a voice.
Arthur was willing to listen.
Arthur was willing to help them seek revenge.
All that was needed was to release their Death Qi.
Then,
was there anything left to hesitate about?
Whoosh!
A fierce wind suddenly appeared.
This was a wind composed entirely of Death Qi, a true 'Wind of Death.'
This wind, cold and lifeless.
This wind, grim and endless.
This wind—
enveloped the Crimson Dragon!
"Roar! Ahhhh!"
Angry roars followed by relentless screams.
