Whoosh—
Whoosh—
Whoosh—
Su Ye moved like a ghost.
Every swing of the Blood Shadow Battle Saber in his hand claimed the lives of several high-level Demon Race fighters.
Not one of them could withstand even a single move from Su Ye.
Soon, nothing remained behind him but severed limbs.
"Run!"
"The Killing God! He's the Killing God!"
"Which one of us is the Demon Race here? Run! Run!"
The remaining high-level Demon Race fighters could no longer bear the sense of death closing in. Elite troops? Personal Guards? None of that mattered.
Faced with Su Ye, who was like death itself, they had only one thought.
Run!
But the Killing God blocked the passage. They did not dare flee past him, so they could only race deeper into the mine tunnel.
The tunnel had to end somewhere.
But...
Every moment they could stay alive counted.
Maybe the Killing God would run out of strength soon?
Maybe they would find a fork and get a chance to escape?!
Every Demon Race fighter ran flat out, wishing their parents had given them two more legs.
As for begging for mercy?!
Forget it.
Others had already tried. The Killing God had not hesitated for an instant before swinging his saber.
Surrendering
would only get them killed faster.
Su Ye bore down on them, his killing intent blazing.
He stayed hot on their heels.
Xiao Qiyue and the others looked at one another, momentarily at a loss.
"So... what are we supposed to do now?"
An Action Team Member scratched his head and asked, looking dazed.
Weren't they the Decapitation Squad?
Both Demon Kings were dead, so... what else was left for them to do?
Then again, Su Ye was terrifyingly ruthless.
The bodies strewn across the ground...
Not one was intact.
Zhang