Because You Were Stronger, and Harder to Kill!

Lin Ming wore a contented smile, but his hands moved even faster. His spear strikes grew fiercer, sweeping through the area like a raging storm.

In mere minutes, the dozen or so Ninth Tier generals who had charged at him so aggressively were slaughtered by Lin Ming as easily as chopping vegetables. Not one survived, and none could even force him to use a second move.

Dozens of corpses lay scattered across the ground, their blood pooling into streams that glimmered a glaring red beneath the flickering firelight as they slowly flowed onward.

The heart of the entire camp had seemingly become a field of slaughter, the air thick with a blood stench so dense it could not be dispersed.

Scarlet Flame, meanwhile, did not possess Lin Ming's absurdly monstrous efficiency, but with her Tenth Tier strength and extensive combat experience, she still killed several Eighth and Ninth Tier generals attempting to surround her. Her spear moved like a phoenix, flames sweeping in every direction.

She spared a glance at Lin Ming's side. Seeing that grass-cutting-like massacre, she could not help but suck in a cold breath, secretly glad that this fiend was on her side.

She had known Lin Ming was strong, but witnessing him slaughter opponents of the same tier so effortlessly and efficiently still filled her with intense shock and dread.

This wave alone earned me over forty million Kill Points. Not bad. I've recovered a little.

Lin Ming silently did the calculations, a satisfied expression appearing on his face.

Compared with his earlier expenditure of more than seventy million, this income was barely enough to make a dent. Still, it was a good start and proved that this path was viable.

*As long as I slaughter my way through the Sirius Empire's camp and wipe out