[Violence] lasted ten minutes.
Even without a skill cooldown, it was obvious that repeatedly activating a skill as intense as [Violence] would drain his body's reserves. The consequences would not be pretty.
So he had to make every second count.
Dressed in an orange-and-white Cold-Proof Suit, Qin Siyang was like a grim reaper. Wielding two short blades, he became a blur weaving through the Iron-Helm Rat Fleas.
Before the sticky blood of the Iron-Helm Rat Fleas could even splash onto him, he had already swept away.
Wherever he passed, he left nothing but Iron-Helm Rat Flea corpses.
Every Iron-Helm Rat Flea had its head severed from its rear. The cuts through their armored scales were perfectly smooth, as though they had been polished.
Time always flew when you were enjoying yourself.
The ten minutes were soon over.
Qin Siyang immediately felt as though his entire body had been filled with cement. His movements slowed considerably, and his perception and strength dropped as well.
The Iron-Helm Rat Fleas, which Qin Siyang had just caught off guard with his slaughter, seemed to realize that his peak condition had passed. They immediately resumed their organized attacks.
While fending off the Iron-Helm Rat Fleas' renewed assault, Qin Siyang surveyed his surroundings.
In those ten minutes, he had killed over a thousand Iron-Helm Rat Fleas.
But...
He had only killed a little over a third of them.
Two-thirds still remained.
At his original pace, he would need more than another hour and a half to kill them all.
But in his current condition, he was no longer as composed as he had been at the start.
Sweat had already begun running down his forehead and cheeks, dripping onto the face shield of his Cold-Proof Suit.
The mist from his breath alternately clouded and cleared the