Inside a building's parking garage.
A thick layer of dust had settled over the many abandoned cars, and the air was heavy with the stench of blood.
"Clang!"
Chen Shouyi wiped his sword and slid it into its sheath. Gripping the hilt, he strode out of the parking garage, his face cold.
Behind him, five barbarian corpses were still twitching.
Five days had passed in a row.
Fewer and fewer barbarians were showing themselves now. The stupid and foolhardy had already been the first to die, and the rest had begun hiding wherever they could.
Parking garages, buildings, wooded parks, sewers, even lakes—anywhere they could think of became a hiding place.
To evade the human sweep, many barbarians had even resorted to eating rotting corpses—not just human corpses, but those of their own kind, too.
In these five days, more than two hundred barbarians had died by Chen Shouyi's hand.
He had even killed five powerful warriors at the Martial Master level.
It wasn't that the barbarians had such a high proportion of strong fighters. It was simply that the stronger ones were more likely to survive the war.
Chen Shouyi had just reached the exit.
Just then, the air shuddered. A figure wielding a spear suddenly lunged at Chen Shouyi, letting out an angry roar.
Chen Shouyi seemed to have expected it. His expression didn't change in the slightest. He merely leaned back as a flash of snow-white swordlight streaked past. His body paused for the briefest moment, then he continued forward without breaking stride.
After he had taken two steps, the two halves of the body fell to the ground one after the other.
The barbarian didn't die right away. Black water poured from its mouth as it rasped with all its might, "Human... I curse you."
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