"This is so annoying, let's take out the back-row professions first!"
Lin Da hugged Monica and whooshed into the crowd.
"Ahhh!"
In an instant, a chorus of screams erupted throughout the cave.
Against these heretics, generally around level twenty, Lin Da moved as if in a deserted realm.
Soon, his Earth Dragon Longsword turned red.
The thick liquid slid down the blade like threads of silk.
The scent of blood around was strong, making Lin Da feel slightly uncomfortable.
But when he thought of the countless innocent girls these heretics had captured for their magic potion experiments, his anger flared, and he showed no mercy.
Some had their heads chopped off, others were cut in half at the waist.
The ground was littered with severed limbs and torsos; some heretics, still not quite dead, screamed in pain.
Wherever Lin Da went, it was like a living hell.
"Forest Dragon's Rage Fang!"
