Chapter 450
Dusk, the sun grazes the western mountains.
The setting sun casts a red hue over the barren prairie. Upon closer inspection, one would find that this redness is not solely the afterglow of the flora, but rather more accurately, the color of fresh blood.
Cheng Dalei grips his axe tightly, severing a man's head with a heavy blow, blood splattering across his face.
Boop, Fear Amount received : 999...
Using his axe as support, Cheng Dalei surveys his surroundings. Near his feet are several bodies, yet there isn't a single person standing around him. The man Cheng Dalei just killed was the last one standing.
Of course, he wasn't the last enemy, nor the last man Cheng Dalei intended to kill.
From his encounter with the ghost hunter to the present, Cheng Dalei had lost count of how many waves of enemies he had come across, let alone how many heads fell beneath his axe.
