The entire scene looked like a red-carpet event in modern day earth. The path Min Hong just created was dyed red with enemy blood.
On getting to the centre, Min Hong's blades were like the reaper's scythe as several heads fell off wherever they passed. He released his 'One with Dao' level [Song of the Wind Spirit] sword technique.
Kill! Kill! Kill!
Min Hong looked like he had been possessed as he kept mumbling that same single word repeatedly. He had lost count of how many souls he had killed. It was as if he had lost his soul and all reasoning.
The only feelings he had currently were; grief, rage and resentments.
The Yuan Qi within his body was ceaselessly consumed, yet just like someone who had gone mad, Min Hong's twin blades flashed. Everyone who saw the glint of his swords were unable to see anything anymore as they all fell to the ground, dead.
