Unfortunately, their speed, in comparison to Wyatt Barnes, was insignificant.
Whoosh!
With just one stroke of his sword, Wyatt Barnes had exterminated a few horse thieves.
Immediately thereafter, Wyatt Barnes rushed into the valley.
The horse thieves within the valley were jolted awake.
"Kill him!"
"Kill!"
...
All the bandits, with bloodshot eyes, charged at Wyatt Barnes in total disregard of their lives.
The Origin force in their horse-cutting sabres surged as they violently attacked.
Alas, no matter how numerous they were, they were destined to become nothing but souls under Wyatt Barnes's sword.
Killing one for every ten steps taken, not leaving a trace for a thousand miles!
This phrase described Wyatt Barnes exactly.
Kill! Kill! Kill!
...
The sword in Wyatt Barnes's hand was as if the Grim Reaper's Scythe, the pen of a death note.
Each attack took the life of one or several horse thieves!
