"Roar—"
In the night, Bull Head let out an angry roar, the massive battle axe in his hand sweeping across, severing four people at the waist.
Their screams hadn't ceased before a surge of ghostly energy seeped out from their wounds, devouring their remaining vitality and pouring into the large axe in Bull Head's hands.
To support war with war, to kill and cultivate—this is the way of the Netherworld Palace. Thanks to a certain predecessor of the Netherworld Palace, those infiltrating the Daqian Military never lack for battle or resources.
"Hahaha..."
Bull Head let out a deafening laugh, striding forward, the massive battle axe in his hand as if weightless, easily harvesting dozens of lives with a few swings.
"Exhilarating, truly exhilarating!"
Bull Head shouted wildly, unaware that a ghostly green demon energy had, at some point, quietly approached him.
