She changed her stance, no longer standing straight, but crouched down slightly.
She flipped her wrist, holding the Big Snake Scythe horizontally across her chest, with the long handle parallel to the ground.
Her face was calm, with no sorrow or joy in her eyes. Then, under everyone's watchful gaze, she made an extremely light and gentle motion—like dusting away the dust from a scripture table—by slicing horizontally with that strange scythe.
Mysterious Path—Compassionate Cut.
Silent and unperceived.
Where the scythe's blade passed, space was not torn apart, and there was no sound, light, or airwaves.
Yet still charging, the nearest group of Ghost Riders, both man and horse, suddenly froze. In the next instant, both the human and horse ghost bodies collapsed, turning into powder, fluttering in the air, and being carried away by the wind.
Then, this phenomenon spread rapidly, covering the entire Ghost Cavalry.
