The old man's face was a little terrifying, the locked pupils were precipitated with rich anger and faint trembling, the sharp edges that were rapidly surrounding from all around were screaming unscrupulously, the strings that tore the air were like steel needles cutting through the surface of metal, and the moment they drilled into the ears seemed to tear the eardrums alive, the pain frantically poured into his mind, tearing the old man's tight heartstrings, behind this sharp and piercing sound, the killing machine was like a monster's densely intertwined sharp teeth, and it was tightly bitten together, turning into a heavy boulder and blocking the old man's chest。

"But, but ......" The huge sense of oppression was silently shrouded, surrounding the old man in the middle, and his face, which was gradually losing its blood, looked even older and paler, he held the hands of the [God Hunter] tightly, and was trembling gently at the moment, his expression was cloudy, sometimes as if he had seen a nightmare and terrible scene, sometimes he was laughing wildly, and his hysterical voice was full of inexplicable sadness, "It's useless, it's useless! all your attacks are in vain......"

"Actually, you already know the answer in your heart, I have seen your attacks at least ten times, although I don't have the talent for accurate perception like Angela, but I can still see some clues about your wind elemental attacks......" Arya's voice was cold, her eyes were as calm as water, her expression was vaguely arrogant, and the four short blades in her hands also flew out of her hands, spinning and attacking the old man, "If my guess is correct, [Execution Ground] The power is determined by the amount of wind elements that can be instantly condensed around, the more abundant the wind element, the greater the power of the [Execution Ground], but in this narrow corridor, the flow of air will become very slow, and the wind element will naturally become very thin, so at this time, the wind element you can condense is no longer enough to resist ......"

"So what? What can this be?" the old man seemed to be seeing through and roared angrily, stiffly interrupting Arya's unfinished words, and the two pitch-black short knives held in both hands slammed into the ground in front of him, "[God Hunter], I am a God Hunter, even if it is a high god, I can hunt, I have the most powerful weapon in the world, no one can defeat me, how can a mere mortal defeat me...... Crush everything!

The surrounding thin wind elements quickly wound towards the two pitch-black short knives, and then all shattered into explosive waves of air in the rapid shock blades, and the roaring strings sounded, expanding and sweeping towards the surroundings with surging sharp air waves, as if releasing the terrifying ghosts of hell, and the surrounding ground and walls were cut into terrifying cracks in this majestic air wave, and finally swallowed up all the short blades that approached at high speed with a cold killing aura......

The shadows falling from the cliff-like towering walls rolled up the dust in the sky with the surging air waves, and the rolling dust completely surrounded the old man, and the sharp string sound continued, but the surging air waves had gradually receded......

The cold light continued to pierce through the chaotic dust, tearing out slender openings, sometimes bringing out the slightest stain of blood, bouncing back and forth between the walls rising from the ground on both sides, bursting out of sporadic dazzling sparks, repeatedly cutting through the shrinking dust in front of him.

The haze of death hangs over it impartially......

"Damn! Damn! Damn......" The old man's unwilling wail erupted from the gradually settled dust, and the cold light in the air flickered like a swarm of angry silver bees, repeatedly cutting the old man's blood-drenched body, blood splashed, and even the dust was dyed scarlet in an instant, "You are so despicable, are the soldiers of Oslan such despicable villains......

Suffering from heavy losses, Arya relied on the terrain and hidden means to turn the tide of the battle in an instant.

"Isn't that despicable?" Arya scoffed, "Calmly analyzing the enemy's abilities, judging the flaws and weaknesses of the abilities, and then using this to defeat the enemy, is this the ......most common strategy in battle?" Besides, this is the war that you Bakda provoked, and there is no despicable or despicable thing in the war, only the simplest life or death!"

"Yes...... the old man's shattered body trembled incessantly in the scarlet dust, and his bloodstained embarrassed face gradually calmed down, as if after a long and repeated torture, he finally compromised in the face of cruel facts, and his weak face revealed a faint peace, as well as a hint of imperceptible mockery, "I lost...... But sometimes victory or defeat doesn't necessarily mean life or death......"

"What did you say?" Arya suddenly realized that something was wrong, the old man's vitality was declining rapidly, and his breath and soul power were getting weaker and weaker with the loss of blood, but the murderous aura surging in the surrounding dark space was getting thicker and thicker, and it was getting deeper and lower, and all the cold light that flashed quickly stopped in an instant under Arya's control, and was suspended around the old man leisurely, those sharp short blades were spinning rapidly in the air, drawing a cold arc of death, and the faintly vibrating blade seemed to be alert to the danger that could come at any time around it.

"You must have felt it, you must have felt it, the murderous aura is getting stronger and stronger, and the more powerful the warrior, the more you can feel the feeling of being on the verge of death......" The old man's words gradually drowned in the blood foam that kept pouring up his throat, and became indistinct, "[God Hunter] still has ...... And one last secret!"

"What, what secret?" Arya was shocked, as the old man said, although she didn't want to admit it, but the feeling of dying was unusually clear and terrifying, "If you don't say it, I'll kill you now!"

"It's useless, already, it's too late......" The old man gently wiped off the plasma oozing from his mouth, slowly grinning silently at the corners of his mouth, his teeth and lips were smeared with a hideous but bewitching scarlet in the viscous blood, which looked terrifying and weird, "The name of [God Hunter] is not taken casually, even if you defeat me, you will not be able to escape the fate of being hunted after all......"

"Isn't it, isn't it ridiculous, although you won the battle...... In the end, he will die with me, hahaha......" The old man's hands fell limply in the desolate laughter.

Arya's gaze moved downward, and suddenly noticed the pitch-black short knife in the old man's hanging palm, the blade of the knife had been twisted and deformed at the moment, and the black metal was slowly changing, spinning, splitting, and then combining, the rich murderous aura and the feeling of dying were emanating from this indescribable black metal, no matter what kind of ghost thing it was, there was only one word in Arya's mind at the moment......

Escape!

Arya couldn't think much about it, she endured the heart-rending pain from the wounds on her body, and quickly jumped out of the narrow corridor, rushing towards the distance, and then the rich murderous aura and the feeling of imminent death still followed......

"Boom ......"

A thunderous explosion sounded in her ears, and the surging wind elemental frantically tore at everything in heaven and earth, and Arya only had time to feel the sharp pain in all parts of her body as if it was about to be torn apart, and the dizziness hit her suddenly......