With a long sword whistling in his hand, Chu Han charged alone into the Mutated Beast horde without hesitation.
"Rumble! Rumble!"
Accompanied by violent booms, the Mutated Beast horde seemed to fall into slight chaos because of Chu Han's actions, and the entire Beast Tide began to tremble.
Endless blood splashed through the air, while countless visible severed limbs flew from the beast horde. His exquisitely refined technique allowed Chu Han to identify the weakest points of those Mutated Beasts in an instant, then kill them with a single strike.
With only one sword, Chu Han slaughtered freely among the beasts, dancing along the edge of danger.
There were no raging flames or Thunder.
Nor was there any earth-shaking technological artillery fire.
There was only one man, one sword, and swordsmanship refined to the extreme.
Every swing of his sword claimed the life of a Mutated Beast.
Before his blade, even the toughest scales possessed no ability to resist and were easily cleaved apart.
To some extent, The Sword was also a power of idealism.
As long as you believed you could cut through something, there was nothing in Heaven and Earth that could not be cut apart.
"Ring!"
Perhaps stained by blood, the sword edge let out an excited cry. At that moment, the ground was covered in Mutated Beast corpses, blood staining the land while the air was filled with the stench of gore.
"Rumble! Rumble!"
As though drawn by the bloody scent in the air, the ground began to shake again. More Mutated Beasts surged in from every direction, and this was the true Beast Tide.
The previous wave had merely been an appetizer.
Endless and inexhaustible, they came without pause.
"The real slaughter begins now."
Chu Han felt no fear whatsoever. Leaving aside everything else, with