Ye Wudao gripped the Beiwang Blade and with a single swing, dozens of people were sent flying, killed instantly.
Bang!
Bang!
In the blink of an eye, hundreds lay dead at Ye Wudao's feet.
Yet wave after wave of enemies poured forth like an endless sea of people, impossible to kill them all!
Kyoto Train Station had turned into a battlefield of death.
Dark clouds screamed across the sky as the smell of blood spread over the station for several kilometers, the intense killing aura enough to suffocate!
Twenty thousand people rushed towards Ye Wudao like starving wolves, forming a beehive pattern in their attack!
One thousand!
Two thousand!
Three thousand!
Ye Wudao, in the midst of the crowd, was drenched in blood with thousands fallen at his feet, corpses scattered everywhere, blood flowing like rivers.
Bang!
Ye Wudao stabbed the blade into the ground, leaning on it, having reached the limit of his strength!
