Chen Lun swung his sword expressionlessly, hacking at the Fallen Believers who surged towards him nonstop.
The tentacles of these monsters had not even touched him before they were corrupted by the decaying blood aura swirling around him.
His silver greatsword would mercilessly cleave through his foes.
The blazing flames clinging to the blade turned those chunks of flesh to ashes in an instant.
Clang!
Clang!!
Chen Lun was like a god of death, within several meters around him, not even a fly could get through.
Under the rising fog of blood, the charred ground at his feet had accumulated a thick layer of ashes, all remnants of the Fallen Believers.
Chen Lun's originally pale armor had also been stained red with fresh blood.
Boom!!
He swept his sword again, cutting a row of Fallen Believers in half. The supernatural flames burning violently on the blade ignited them, burning them to ashes while they were still alive.
With a flick of his right hand.
