"Since you've all charged over, I'll send you all on your way." Qin Ming spoke, feeling himself that these words carried the flavor of a great villain from a storybook.
But during the confrontation between the two great races, talk of benevolence and righteousness was a joke. In such a battlefield, cutting down the enemy and allowing their eternal rest here was the greatest justice.
This time, Qin Ming moved with sword control, with the Heavenly Light Force of earth, fire, wind, and water surging around him. The Mutton Fat Jade Iron Blade flew out, swifter than a flying sword, slicing through different enemies like a flash of lightning.
Some demons clutched their throats, massive amounts of blood flowing through their fingers, followed by heads hitting the ground. Some old monsters had blood streaming from their foreheads, eyes dull as their heads were pierced.
