Instantly, the scene was awash with blood, and before long, half of the people standing were down.
Xiang Hai Long, while swinging the Death Scythe, was keenly observing the crowd.
He noticed that one person's expression seemed somewhat different from the others. The rest looked dull and vacant, their eyes devoid of any emotional changes, after all, they were merely avatars.
Only that person showed signs of fear and unease on his face. Although the expression flashed by, it was still caught by Xiang Hai Long's sharp eyes. It seemed this person was undoubtedly the true form.
Xiang Hai Long sneered coldly, leaping in an instant to appear before the opponent.
The gray-clad man was shocked, never expecting his deep concealment to still be discovered by the enemy.
"Who... who exactly are you?"
"Since you're at death's door, might as well let you die knowing, my name remains unchanged, Xiang Hai Long."
"So you are him!"
