The long sword, still slick with blood, stabbed into another body.
A massive blade slashed through the air, severing the tendons in a shoulder, then the collarbone, before lodging among the ribs.
Arrows came screaming through the air. There were no cries of pain, no sobbing, only the dull thuds of arrows sinking into flesh. With tremendous force, they tore through armor, then skin and muscle, finally shattering bones or piercing the organs and passing through the body.
This was war, the kind Bai Qi, the God of Slaughter, experienced countless times in his life.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
Doesn't he feel good with ten updates every day←_←
Haha, rapeseed oil, olive oil, cod liver oil, peanut oil, scallion pancake, lard, author Ji, can you be more casual in naming? ←_←