Wu Biao charged through them like a tiger among sheep, utterly unstoppable. He roared again and again, leaving chaos and fallen men in his wake. Yet his body was gradually beginning to tire; strictly speaking, he had not recovered much of his strength yet.
That was only natural. How could the evildoers needed to build the cycle of reincarnation be gathered from just a dozen or twenty people? Forget completing the cycle—even opening the Gates of Hell in this world required at least a hundred evildoers to reincarnate into hell.
So the main reason he had fought to this extent was the battle intent supporting him!
But so what if he was tired!
Wu Biao wrinkled his nose and looked past the crowd, locking onto a man holding a musket. That man was Orlande, the Sword Tiger Pirates' captain who had survived by sheer luck.
He was not alone. Nearly half of the dozen or so men remaining at his side were the same.
The sense of smell Hell had granted him to identify sinners allowed Wu Biao to smell the reeking stench of sin even from this distance.
These people were sinners who deserved to die!
Those killed in ordinary battle and slaughter were not judged as sinners in this world, because this was a world where the strong devoured the weak.
But those who oppressed the weak, wantonly slaughtered innocent civilians with no connection to them, and took pleasure in killing... were sinners.
That was the law of this world—cruel, but direct.
"You little Marine brat, don't get too cocky!!" An angry roar came with a blast of fierce force.
Without looking back, Wu Biao knew that the real powerhouses behind him could no longer hold themselves back!
"They finally came."
Wu Biao burst into wild laughter and