Like some kind of phantom, Lin Jun disappeared from where he had been standing.
Not even the seven powerful limina saw what he had done.
The next time he appeared, his spear had already skewered a warrior at the center of the army.
Lin Jun was not intimidated by the army that was comprised of over fifty thousand powerful limina.
At the center of the army, Lin Jun swang his black soar before anyone could understand what he had done.
The spear struck a nearby warrior across his waist tearing him apart.
The soear did not stop with this single warrior as it continued with its great force tearing six other warriors apart.
Blood gushed into the sky pouring down on the neighbor warriors. These warriors were covered in the blood and guts of their comrades prompting them to scream like scared young girls.
