I come, I see, I participate, I can't change anything.
I am a passer-by and a butcher.
Holding the demon sword in his right hand, he chopped down the immortal world.
The blood is swaying again, a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Leave blood marks under your feet and step onto the mountain of blood corpses.
"Oh, let you go, why, just because of your beauty."
"Underworld Sword, Ghost Slash", a bright crescent-shaped black flame sword slashed across his neck.
This is a novel that prefers fighting and killing.
If you don't like it, you can leave it.
