As he swung… and swung… and swung… Jiang Fei had already spent more than 72 hours swinging his sword. For three days, he had no rest, sleep, food, or drink. His muscles were beginning to look defined from the constant swinging.
Three days Jiang Fei had spent on this planet, killing without showing any signs of stopping. Perhaps he had already killed all around the planet or perhaps he had only killed from one region, but by 0541's count, Jiang Fei had killed millions of Poppies. And yet they were still pouring in from all over the place, like a never-ending stampede.
As the scope on his head stated, these rabbit-like creatures had no fear of death. Like moths to a flame, these rabbits saw Jiang Fei and rushed towards him, as if dying by his sword was the very thing they had been coveting their entire lives.
