The killings on the battlefield were incessant.
Feng Lin's blood was boiling and his heart was palpitating. He entered a mysterious state.
The bloodthirsty aura silently awakened the ferocity that had been remaining in Feng Lin's heart. It was as if he had become one with the demonic monkey in the legends, waving his metal cudgel around and massacring without any restraints, killing endlessly.
With the metal cudgel sweeping around, the mechanical beasts were all crushed into tiny pieces.
The massacre aura got increasingly thick, causing his eyes to expand. He felt increasingly excited.
The crimson gold cinnabar pills circled around him endlessly, like a myriad of birds flying about agilely in the air. It was a beautiful sight that emitted lethal killing intent.
Feng Lin kept on killing non-stop.
Five consecutive pill explosions.
