"Get out of my way!
Anyone who dares block my path will die!"
Ying Ming Hao roared, his voice booming across the battlefield like thunder.
He gripped the long blade called the Burial Life Blade, swinging it relentlessly from side to side. Every stroke carried a fierce force and boundless killing intent, accompanied by whispers that eroded the mind.
At that moment, flashy moves were of no use to Ying Ming Hao. Only attacks this simple and direct could unleash the greatest power.
Suddenly, another deafening roar rang out: "Kill them all! Leave no one alive!"
A white-haired old man fearlessly raised a battered, blunt blade and charged straight at Ying Ming Hao like a crazed beast.
Putting every ounce of his strength into the blow, he slashed viciously at a vital spot on Ying Ming Hao's body.
But Ying Ming Hao reacted with incredible speed, shifting slightly sideways to evade the lethal strike with ease.
At the same time, he swung the Burial Life Blade in his hand, its razor-sharp edge slicing across the old man's throat in an instant.
Blood spurted out, but Ying Ming Hao did not spare him another glance before throwing himself back into the fierce battle.
The old man's gruesome death did not frighten the ragged, haggard Scavengers around him. Instead, they grew even more savage and ruthless, swarming toward Ying Ming Hao and the others.
These people had clearly staked their lives on this fight. They did not care whether they left this place alive.
In truth, between Ying Ming Hao's group and these Scavengers, who was right and who was wrong?
The answer did not really matter.
They were all fighting so desperately simply to survive. None of them had a choice; all had been forced into this life-or-death struggle.
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