What is a delicious feast?
Perhaps Zhu Ming didn't understand before, but after seeing the scene before him, Zhu Ming knew that to Qin An, these Insect Demons were the most delicious feast.
As Qin An's words fell, he turned into afterimages in the valley.
The cold wind blew, making Zhu Ming shiver.
Each time Qin An flickered, he left a trail of fresh blood behind the Insect Demons.
This blood shot out from the bodies of the Insect Demons.
The terrifying slaughter gradually echoed throughout the valley.
The remaining Insect Demons collapsed.
They wanted to escape, but with their speed, they took just a few steps before Qin An caught up with them.
The icy straight blade in his hand seemed like a merciless reaper's scythe, and each time it appeared, it brought a bloody slaughter.
For some reason, as Zhu Ming stood there watching Qin An dance like a performer on the tip of a blade, unleashing reckless slaughter, his heart was filled with immense satisfaction.
