Situ Xuan carved his way in and out of the demon encirclement, like a tiger entering the mountains, like a dragon diving into the deep sea.
His speed grew faster and faster, so fast those demons' eyes could not capture his path at all. His strength grew greater and greater, so great every punch could smash a huge pit into the ground. His malevolent qi grew denser and denser, so dense that any demon merely drawing near him would be corroded by it—their bodies began to rot, their shells began to crack, and their blood began to turn black.
The demons on the battlefield dwindled at a visible rate.
Not because they fled, but because they were being slaughtered.
Situ Xuan's hands were already smeared with black blood and shattered carapace. His face, body, and hair were covered in demonic remains, but his movements did not slow in the slightest, his breathing did not grow disordered in the slightest, and his heartbeat did not quicken in the slightest. He simply kept killing, killing without end, like a machine that would never tire.
A Crimson Blood Berserk Demon charged out from the side. It was a commander-class existence among the Berserk Demon race, a seventh-tier Crimson Blood Berserk Demon, over three meters tall and covered in blood-red spikes. Each spike gave off a dark crimson glow. Its eyes were blood-red, and Situ Xuan's figure was reflected in its pupils, filled with madness and killing intent.
It opened its mouth and let out a deafening roar. That roar contained a special power: Bloodlust Ripple, capable of stimulating the fighting power of all nearby Berserk Demons and driving them into an even more frenzied state of attack.
Situ Xuan turned his head and glanced at it.
His palm opened slightly. Five-Finger Blazing Bullet!