Those people were about to attack Azief but before their sword could even reach Azief, their sword broke into two pieces.
The metal fragments exploded and they screamed as some of those people who were charging flew backward, their hand were stabbed by the exploding pieces of their sword.
Some of them had their entire upper body sliced apart. Some had their waist snapped in half. Some had their entire body shredded by a thousand strikes
And Xi Feng was trembling all the while looking at this battle. No…it is not a battle. It is a massacre. Is this killing? He asks himself.
Xi Feng pushed forward the wheelchair, pass those dead people, his finger is trembling.
He took a glance behind him and saw the many people who had already died. They all die in many manners of ways, each one more brutal than the last.
These special soldiers were all experienced in killing and they all trained in martial arts and they are fearless in the battlefield.
