His body sped through the battlefield, aided with the new application of heaven and earth energy, he managed to break through parts of the limitation that had held his speed back. His body turned into a soft wind that softly blew on the battlefield. Whenever he went, showers of blood would steam and color the ground under them with vivid red color.
"Even with their strength, the rule doesn't change. The more I kill from their ranks, the less death there will be among the citizen", he exclaimed in a soft tone with a calm face. He faced the many monstrosities with crystal clear eyes that seemed oblivious to the blood bath he was orchestrating.
None of the killings he accomplished had caused a change in his face, and he solely gave the impression of someone doing his homework. Every wisp of killing intents he generated was swiftly transmitted to his sword. It was gathered there before being absorbed by the sword's own aura.
