Amon didn't stop killing in the slightest. Rather, he was like a grim reaper, sweeping through the battlefield with brutal efficiency.
Amon's next targets were the three assassins lurking in the shadows.
Due to his speed, which far exceeded theirs, he quickly locked onto a nearby shadow.
Boom!
A sword pierced through the ground.
A damage number flashed above the assassin's head.
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Along with the damage number, the shadow dispersed, revealing a pale-faced young man.
Bang!
The young man was pierced once more by the sword, dying instantly.
The other shadows had already retreated as far from the fight as they could.
However, they coincidentally fell into the hands of the weaker beasts lurking nearby.
An Iron Fang Wolf pounced on one of the shadows.
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Damage numbers flashed repeatedly above his head as the Iron Fang Wolf tore through his defenses, dragging him out of the shadows and killing him instantly.
