"Whoosh—" The wind blew, fluttering the corner of Lu Xun's clothing.
The sky was filled with a pungent smell of blood, some from the Foreign Race, and some from the cultivators of the Heavenly Dust Continent.
Under normal circumstances, after several instances where Lu Xun had faced hundreds of low-rank Foreign Race combatants alone, they should have been scared of him. But, they weren't.
They truly behaved like wild beasts in a game, succeeding one another in waves.
Lu Xun would finish off one wave, and another wave would immediately charge forward.
In reality, when two armies clash, once a certain death ratio is achieved, the weaker side would completely collapse.
When Lu Xun was playing games in the past, he didn't think much about killing monsters, actually hoping they would fearlessly charge forward. But now, everything seemed a bit strange.
