"Gurgle!" Li Hu and the others swallowed hard, This is madness, Ye Wudao actually plans to take on the thirty thousand elite troops of the martial department all by himself!
As soon as the words left his mouth, in the blink of an eye, the warriors from the martial department surged towards Ye Wudao like a flood.
Ye Wudao, with the Beiwang Blade in hand, his pupils flashed with a cold light, and with a single swing of his blade, he displayed the aura of a true king.
Swoosh!
A streak of black and red blade light tore through the sky, carrying terrifying power, mercilessly striking down the enemies in front.
"Aagh..."
With a single slash, hundreds of martial department warriors were overturned, all dead.
Bang!
Bang!
Ye Wudao kept swinging his blade, like the Grim Reaper himself, turning his blade into a scythe, reaping the lives of enemies in swathes.
The number of people killed by Ye Wudao soared explosively!
One thousand!
Three thousand!
Eight thousand!
