Su Yi continued charging and killing through the camp. At first, he still counted exactly how many enemies he had killed, but eventually, he stopped counting.
No matter what rank they were, anyone who stood in his way was cut down. Whenever he passed a mentor's battlefield, he would gather his Blood Qi for a surprise attack. When his Blood Qi was nearly depleted, he would go slaughter Lower Three Grades martial artists, restoring his Blood Qi in the process.
Normally, Fifth-Rank fighters had tremendous endurance in battle, but Su Yi was different. How much Blood Qi could the mentors unleash at once? A full-force burst from him was nearly a thousand calories, while even an ordinary burst capable of killing a Fifth Grade required six hundred calories of Blood Qi.
It was not that the mentors could not unleash killing moves or ultimate techniques, but that their Blood Qi could not keep up.
If his Blood Qi had not recovered so quickly, he would never have been able to endure it.
"Kill!"
Su Yi's eyes were already red with slaughter. Blood vessels filled his eyes, and veins bulged at his temples.
The Abyss Warriors seemed endless, impossible to kill completely.
Even when he had massacred that village a few days ago, it had not been like this. The middle-rank martial artists had been killed in several batches then. Once they had charged into the village and killed the Fifth-Rank High Stage fighters, the rest had collapsed on their own, unable to mount any meaningful resistance.
In these mere ten-odd minutes, he had killed more than ten Fifth Grades and over twenty Fourth Grades. As for the Lower Three Grades, he had not counted them at all.
Su Yi's sword never stopped. Its blade easily swept across the body of