Ken didn't bother dodging the blood by now, and his tired figure was painted red all over.
'What should I do?'
Ken thought to himself as he searched for a solution to his plight. Once he realized that he didn't want to die, he understood he needed a way to survive. The elder made it abundantly clear that he wouldn't let him go.
Ken's killing rate dropped tremendously compared to his former 10 kills per hour, and from time to time the sect would send a top 1000 disciple when they thought he was weakened enough. To their dismay, he never allowed those, or anyone else for that matter, to escape the arena once they stepped inside.
He killed nearly 5,000 disciples over the past 35 hours, but he was at his limit. He was fighting in auto mode while focusing on searching for a solution to his Qi loss.
'There's only one answer - absorption. I must absorb the Qi from the targets I've killed.'
