Splash!
Spraying blood spattered across the tender green vegetation nearby, staining it in stark colors and painting the bloodiest scene of this sunny afternoon.
Most of the blood came from the enemy troops, while some came from Chu Han's own wounds.
From the moment Chu Han threw Wang Cai to the instant he killed two people in succession, only a moment had passed. The remaining twenty-odd enemy soldiers were still in the process of dropping to the ground, and some were even nervously clutching their heads, afraid that the mysterious white object from before would suddenly explode.
Thus, while most people, Wang Cai included, were still stunned, Chu Han had already swiftly reached the center of the area where the thirty people were scattered. He darted left and right through the surrounding grass to conceal himself, while launching fatal surprise attacks.
After killing another five in succession, only a few seconds had passed, and Chu Han had already dealt with the five closest to him.
With every step he took, a head flew high into the air, or a human body was left incomplete. By the time he had made his way over, Chu Han had already left behind a trail of blood.
Blood dripped everywhere, carpeting the ground.
The pitch-black Asura Battle Axe was also speckled with crimson, droplets trickling down and spreading the thickest stench of blood.
The enemy unit finally reacted at this point, each of them raising their heads stupidly and blankly taking in the situation before them.
Aside from the occasional sound of an axe swinging, where was any explosion?
At last, someone who reacted a little faster stood up in panic and began searching for Chu Han. But the moment he rose, he saw corpses strewn across the ground not far away, as well