At the End of His Tether
But he felt someone slam into his back.
When he turned around, he saw one of his men catch the blade with his body!
With a wet splat, the sharp edge pierced straight through him.
He spat out a mouthful of blood, yet clutched the hilt tightly.
The other man was about to abandon his weapon and flee.
But it was too late.
He raised his axe and chopped it into the man's neck.
"Ah!" Lei Zhen watched the scene and let out a low roar through gritted teeth.
He immediately caught the swaying subordinate.
Lei Zhen's throat bobbed, but he could not speak.
His longsword danced even faster, every strike carrying a blood-weeping howl of fury.
No matter how powerful a martial artist was, if the gap between them was not great, they could still be worn to death.
Everyone was the same.
No one could possess endless stamina and internal energy.
Even Shen Wuxiao had to take pills to replenish himself.
It was simply that the strength of their group had far exceeded what those forces had imagined.
Corpses had long since piled into mountains across the battlefield.
There was no way to count how many had died.
Yet those little bastards under Su Yu were still killing, one by one.
It was utterly outrageous.
The leaders of the various factions were even beginning to regret coming for this bounty.
They had gotten themselves stuck in an impossible position.
If they left now, they would be mocked by forces across the entire world.
In their eyes, the most terrifying one was still that man with arm guards covering his hands.
By himself, he blocked the path of the Martial Emperors coming to reinforce them.
That ruthless ferocity, that bloodthirsty state, felt incredibly