"Kill!"
"Mere Human Clans, nothing but our rations, yet they dare to be reckless!"
Over three hundred Demon Soldiers surged forward.
What met them was a brutally forceful strike from a stick.
Domineering Power!
Heavenrend Sword Draw Technique!
Death's Radiance!
With these three skills activated, Qi Yuan recognized no relatives, transforming into the grim reaper emerging from Hell.
His blood-red clothes matched his blood-red staff.
With a single strike, instantly four or five Demon Soldiers were sent flying, their forms shattered, dead beyond any further death.
Qi Yuan's combat skills and awareness were terrifying, or one could say... fighting had become his instinct.
As he charged into the midst of the three hundred Demon Soldiers, it was as if he were entering an uninhabited territory.
With every fall of his stick, a Demon Soldier would surely die.
"Too strong!" Zhou Yuan's entire body trembled.
