Even though those Dark Dragon Group members fought desperately to resist, it was all in vain. What awaited them was only death.
The rain fell harder and harder.
The rainwater on the ground had turned red, and the entire earth seemed wounded, groaning in agony.
The sword light might not be dazzling, but it was deathly.
People were continually killed, continually falling into pools of blood, continually moaning in pain.
It seemed like people had forgotten who came to kill whom today?
The killer instead became the killed.
The killed instead became the killer.
However, what puzzled Ling Xiao was that even though Dark Dragon Group members were continuously being killed, those people still fiercely rushed toward him, unafraid of death.
As if death meant nothing to them.
Or maybe they believed they were immortal?
It was as if they were deliberately fed to him, Ling Xiao, to kill.
