Lu Chengchuan swung his arms, striking left and right. Anyone who touched him died; anyone grazed by him was crippled.
As people around him died, their blood flowed out and was assimilated by the Blood Mist, making the mist around Lu Chengchuan even thicker. His figure flickered in and out of view within it.
Accompanied by the unceasing screams, it was like a monster rampage. Lu Chengchuan was that monster.
The interceptors suffered heavy casualties. Watching the shadow flit through the Blood Mist, cold sweat instantly ran down Murphy's back.
"Boss, that guy..."
The Black Tower Mercenaries under Murphy watched the figure constantly moving through the Blood Mist, watching the Envoy's men die one after another. They were frightened as well.
They looked down on the Envoy's subordinates. Though those people were crazy, their strength was nothing special.
But no matter how weak they were, they at least had guns. With enough people, they could not be underestimated. Who was this man, able to move freely through a hail of bullets?
"Enough nonsense. Go get ready."
Murphy knew the newcomer was formidable. Shenghua Country was filled with hidden masters, and he had been uneasy when infiltrating it. Now, this suddenly appearing expert proved his earlier fears right.
As they went to prepare, Lu Chengchuan suddenly charged out. There were still some survivors behind him, but Zhao Run and Chen Yaning would deal with them. There were several people in front of him, dressed differently from the rest.
They were different people as well. Of these ten, eight were foreigners, with hair and skin colors unlike those of Shenghua Country.
But to Lu Chengchuan, it did not matter what they wore or what they looked like. He only knew that anyone standing in front of him was an enemy, and enemies