It did not matter that the second wave of clan members were more skilled, Damon was still cutting them down as if they were nothing. Their mastery over soul arts seemed so fickle in front of his mastery over blood skills.
"Bullshit! This fucking bastard definitely has some sort of blessing. Otherwise, how could he be so talented? This is impossible!" Robert spat into the snow.
"Don't worry, boss. Look. Its Arya's turn now. That woman is a vicious little cunt. She will cut his family jewels into two in no time." Mendoza gave high price to a woman who came crashing into Damon with an unprecedented speed.
Damon was slightly taken back but the next moment the woman's head was cleanly severed from her body, every little bit of blood essence sucked out.
