His entire body was already covered in icy scale armor, rendering ordinary weapons useless as they clinked off him without any effect, while ironically, the malignant energy was being absorbed by the "Heavenly Garment".
As for Li Fan, he was having a blast, stabbing a heart here, poking a lung there, wildly digging out intestines, livers, eyeballs, and stomachs. In just seven or eight moves, he tore two men apart, all the while howling loudly!
"Direct hits lack finesse! Backhands lack strength! It's neither painful nor itchy! Didn't you eat? Trash, trash! All of you are trash!"
'Li Fan achieved victory in the massacre'
'Current mood limit 8700'
Okay, the two warriors who dared to exchange blows with Li Fan each contributed 500 points, but the rest were garbage, their skills terribly lacking. It seems that scoring from massacres was still best done with friends from Xuanmen.
