The rciless massacre officially began.
Ten groups of Purgatory Divine Weapons, besieged from all sides, completely disrupted the rhythm of the many rcenaries, plunging the scene into absolute chaos.
Chaos in battle.
In this chaotic battle, the rcenaries who had already been agitated by Ye Xuan were like a pack of lost dogs, having no desire or confidence to fight, scurrying about only to et their death.
Hundreds of Purgatory Divine Weapons descended like Heavenly Gods, slaughtering over a thousand rcenaries, leaving them in utter defeat.
In an instant, rivers of blood flowed, and wails filled the heavens.
The blood-drenched scene, relentless and cold, was horrifyingly shocking.
This situation utterly shocked their leader, Satan.
He simply couldn’t believe it!
"How could this happen? How could this happen?"
"Why? Why?!"
"..."
Satan believed his plan was flawless, even perfect.
A raid on Dragon Blood Castle, a frantic depletion of the Purgatory Divine Weapons, forcing them into the perilous Harado Mountains, then waiting for the arrival of Black Emperor.
Then having Black Emperor enter the mountains, bringing a group of remaining soldiers to battle, indirectly weakening Black Emperor’s power.
The alliance of multiple forces had undeniably overwhelming manpower and absolute intelligence advantage, truly considering themselves possessed of the ti, place, and people. Once the battle erupted, Purgatory and Black Emperor, known as myth by countless, would surely be obliterated in one fell swoop.
In the end, obliteration did occur.
It’s just that the obliterated ones weren’t Purgatory!
Heaven and Hell turned out to be so close!
"Ah! Ah!"
Watching comrade after comrade fall by his side, Satan’s eyes turned blood red, he roared frantically, unwilling yet furious, but no matter how he roared, he couldn’t vent the anger in his heart at that mont.
The organization has nurtured Satan’s army for years, just for the crucial mont to take down Purgatory in one fell swoop, yet years of effort were ruined by him!
"Damn it, damn it!" Satan was furious: "I’ll kill you, I’ll kill you!"
A crazed Satan’s killing intent surged, gripping a Ghost Head Saber in each hand, teeth clenched, eager to rush into battle, but just as he raised a foot, he suddenly froze, his expression becoming increasingly solemn.
Because before him, a figure appeared.
A figure like a nightmare that can’t be cast away!
"Black Emperor..."
Satan gritted his teeth, filled with resentnt.
If looks could kill, Ye Xuan would have died a million tis.
And Ye Xuan, in the face of Satan’s anger, was calm and unhurried, feeling nothing, even finding it sowhat amusing.
He looked at Satan indifferently and asked, "Why raid Purgatory?"
"It’s my business!"
Satan roared furiously, without uttering another word, he directly raised the Ghost Head Saber, fiercely charging at Ye Xuan, slashing out dozens of tis in succession.
Satan’s strength was terrifying, even the forr top three Assassins, such as Asura, could not exceed three moves against him.
Yet, in front of Ye Xuan, it was the sa.
Almost without suspense, every vicious slash from Satan failed to touch Ye Xuan even slightly, all missed.
"Ah! Ah!"
The feeling of being unable to even touch Ye Xuan’s body drove Satan into even greater anger and sha, he roared repeatedly, wielding the Ghost Head Saber even more frantically.
Clang!
In the air, a crisp sound of tal clashing rang out, Satan’s Ghost Head Saber finally collided head-on with the Dragon Blood Sword.
Then...
The Ghost Head Saber broke, as if it was made of mud, a large portion cleaved away by the Dragon Blood Sword.
"I’ll kill you, I’ll kill you!"
Satan had gone utterly berserk, continuing his fierce attack on Ye Xuan like a mad tiger, not fearing death.
Ye Xuan stood still, holding the Dragon Blood Sword, eyes lowered, expressionless, sighing sowhat helplessly.
Satan approached Ye Xuan once more.
The Dragon Blood Sword slightly trembled.
Yes, it just trembled.
If anyone was paying attention to the battle on Ye Xuan’s side, they would definitely feel vexed.
Satan rushed right up to him, yet he just trembled his sword a bit, what was the aning of that? Just trying to look cool? Or did his arm have a problem and couldn’t wield the sword?
But then sothing strange happened.
The Dragon Blood Sword clearly just trembled, but Satan, who was rushing towards Ye Xuan, suddenly stopped as if severely injured.
It was as if the world fell silent for a second.
Satan’s eyes, blood red, pupils constricted, his face filled with intense horror.
He turned his head dully to look, only to find his right arm, along with the Ghost Head Saber, had fallen to the ground, the wound on his shoulder smooth and neat, almost like a work of art.
From Ye Xuan’s Dragon Blood Sword ca remaining drops of fresh blood...
"This..."
Satan shivered all over, his right arm was cut off, cut cleanly, yet he felt no sensation at all.
What kind of speed was this?
What kind of strength was this?
He had only seen Ye Xuan’s Dragon Blood Sword tremble, not realizing it had already sliced across his arm!
A bone-chilling dread swept silently all over him.
Satan’s eyes widened, as if unable to believe, the gap between him and Black Emperor was actually so vast.
Was he a man or a ghost?
Black Emperor, was he a man or a ghost?
Buzz!
The Dragon Blood Sword trembled again, carrying a mournful, subtle sword sound.
This ti Satan smartened up.
He instantly turned his head, and saw his left arm had also fallen to the ground, identical with the right one, the wound neat and tidy, smooth as a mirror.
The Dragon Blood Sword trembled again.
Satan’s brow twitched.
In an instant, he realized his legs had lost sensation.
Woodenly lowering his head, Satan saw nothing unusual at his legs, but upon careful inspection, a thin straight line of blood was visible.
The blood line beca increasingly apparent and thick.
Satan attempted to lift his legs.
Then, due to the tug on his body, he toppled to the ground.
After falling, his upper body finally separated completely from his legs...
This battle was already without suspense.
The rcenary Alliance led by Satan’s army was utterly wiped out, not a single survivor.
The bloody atmosphere almost engulfed the entire Harado Mountains, causing countless wild beasts to stir with restlessness, yet also deterred from acting rashly.
Carnage littered the fields, the silence of death pervasive.
Ye Xuan stood there proudly holding the Dragon Blood Sword, calmly sweeping his gaze over the scene, involuntarily closing his eyes, his feelings complex and heavy.
This is war.
rciless, cruel, bloody.
No one speaks of reason on the battlefield.
Blades flash, swords clank, bullets rain, tearing open the mask of human hypocrisy, fully exposing the dark side of human nature, the strong prey on the weak.
Want to survive?
Then kill.
Kill all your enemies, and you’ll survive...
In the stillness, all Purgatory Divine Weapons focused their gaze on Ye Xuan, saying nothing, expressions varied.
Only they knew that the man who tired of killing most was this man who killed the most from beginning to end.
War, everyone hates it!
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