Body after body plummeted from the sky, staining a vast patch of the sea below red. It looked like a sea of blood—a truly shocking sight.
"That's almost four thousand men. Doesn't Ning Jiang ever get tired?"
Someone said with a trembling voice, watching the scene unfold in utter shock.
Ordinarily, Ning Jiang should have been completely exhausted long ago. Instead, he only grew fiercer the longer he fought. He rampaged through the great army as if no one was there, killing with every passing moment.
The Demon Race army was utterly helpless against him. The battle had turned into a one-sided slaughter.
Who would have believed such a thing possible if they hadn't witnessed it with their own eyes?
An army of ten thousand facing a single man. No matter how you looked at it, Ning Jiang shouldn't have stood a chance. Yet now, like a Divine Demon incarnate, he was slaughtering the great army, throwing them into utter chaos.
