Annihilation

"Pfft!"

Black Armor remained expressionless. Beneath that icy mask, a pair of hollow, frigid eyes silently watched Lu Tong in the distance. As the long blade in his hand lightly swept through the air, not a trace of blade light bloomed; only the faintest ripple was carved into the air. Yet the next second, Lu Tong let out a miserable scream—five fingers from his other hand had vanished without a trace.

"My hand!" Tears streamed madly down Lu Tong's face, his features twisted in agony.

As he looked at the Black Armor expert in the distance, his gaze was filled with both fear and hatred, carrying an inexpressible venomous resentment.

"I won't let you go even if I become a ghost!" Lu Tong shrieked fiercely!

He had uttered the same words Uncle Dao had spoken before, but Black Armor clearly did not care in the slightest. The long blade in his hand swept about as casually as a toy. Each time it fell, Lu Tong's pupils contracted sharply, while chunks of flesh from his limbs and body flew away one after another.

That miserable sight, mixed with indistinct screams, filled heaven and earth with a bone-chilling cold.

Even the Tyrant Heaven Army, known as the "demon army," could not help shrinking their necks in fright at the sight. The shock of this scene was simply too overwhelming.

They feared Lu Tong's fate would be what awaited them next.

At this moment, the commander finally could not bear it any longer. Staring at Black Armor, one hand pressed to his chest, he slowly said, "Sir, when killing someone, all it takes is for the head to hit the ground. Why torment him so cruelly... Even if Lu Tong offended you somehow, killing him would have been enough. Such conduct is not