Several eyes snapped towards the person who had just fallen down.
Her skin was discolored. Eerie black, protruded veins ran across her skin. Her eyes looked extremely bloodshot, and pained, lifeless.
She had black foam coming out of her mouth, and her skin was melting grotesquely.
The sight was extremely daunting to watch.
"Shit. He's a black flask alchemist. Let's get out of he—aruggggggghhh!" Bony could not even finish talking, when what happened to the first person happened to her.
Plop. Dead.
Her accomplices, alongside the onlookers who wanted to enjoy the show, watched in terror.
This Oasis Anderson bastard had really hidden his abilities well.
He was a fucking Black Flask Alchemist?
Who the hell had they just offended?
For the next few moments, agonizing screams and sounds of bodies falling like dead flies were the only things that occurred.
The onlookers observed with fear and trepidation, chills crawling out of their spines.
