Killing was a very cruel thing, but the process could be very artistic.
Blood was like a resplendent rose, covering the dark underground city and spreading continuously.
Qin Yu watched the feast below. He knew that the show had just begun.
The Six Sword Slaves continued their slow advance, reaping lives like hardworking old farmers.
However, they all knew that the important figures had yet to appear.
Qin Yu admired their calmness, or perhaps it could be said that they were cold-blooded. He knew that they were also watching the slaughter, but they were suppressing it and did not send out any battle power they could contend against.
They wanted to use the lives of these low-level people to exhaust the stamina of the Six Sword Slaves in order to win more.
It was cold-blooded, cruel, but effective.
The Six Sword Slaves swept away the people outside with unstoppable momentum. The people inside the building finally panicked.
