The yellow sand filled the heavens, burying the entire world.
The further they traveled, the more Blood Demons they encountered, and Xu Zimei couldn't be bothered to kill these Blood Demons.
However, Zhong Xin was quite enthusiastic, his sword qi imposing as if loath to let Xu Zimei and the others snatch the kills away, he exterminated all the Blood Demons they came across.
Watching Zhong Xin battle through blood at the forefront, Xu Zimei yawned, waved his hand, and said, "Don't rush, kill them slowly, there are plenty more behind, we won't compete with you for them."
"Is that something a person would say?" Zhong Xin turned his head to look at Xu Zimei, not knowing why he suddenly felt a twinge of sourness in his heart.
His original intent was to compete with Xu Zimei for kills, to ensure that Xu Zimei gained nothing from this trip.
But looking at the current situation, he seemed to have become their pathfinder.
