The people on both sides looked at that terrifying figure slaughtering in an unstoppable manner and were shocked.
Everything in front of him was like paper. No matter how powerful they looked when they first appeared, they were all like paper. Under his blade, they turned into indistinguishable souls.
Xia Ji didn't feel any pleasure. He habitually counted the numbers in his heart, just like how children would count sheep before going to bed.
He counted,"One."
"Two."
"Three."
...
"101."
"102."
...
...
This was a habit that he had developed over the past thousand years of the Earth Tribulation.
It was as if he wouldn't get lost if he counted like this.
However, it was different from the Tribulation Lands. In the Tribulation Lands, he killed fire demons, but in this place, he killed living people.
Kill.
Kill him.
Heads rolled.
Dead bodies lie thousands of miles away.
Blood flowed like a river.
Kill him.
Kill.
