Binhai City-Star Gate.
On Jiangchao Road, cars clogged the roadway in a chaotic jumble, like overturned building blocks. Many had collided, scattering debris everywhere.
Moonlight spilled down on streets empty of pedestrians. There was only a group of running bald men, a heavy stench of blood, and black-clad corpses.
It looked as though the apocalypse had descended without warning and the crowds had scattered to flee for their lives, without even time to take their valuables.
Thud, thud!
Amid a jumble of footsteps, Great Qian Prince Huai ran ahead, carrying the three-foot Human Emperor Sword, drenched in blood and gasping for breath.
Behind him followed Mumu, his Buddha Light dimmed, even his head no longer looking particularly shiny. His cheeks were deathly pale, and his face streamed with cold sweat.
After fighting their way out of the encirclement on Zhanqian Road, the two had hacked their way all the way to Jiangchao Road, three kilometers away.
The little monk kept chanting, "Lay down your butcher's knife. Lay down your butcher's knife..."
And the great Prince Huai kept raising his sword and bringing it down, raising it and bringing it down...
The two were like born partners: one possessed a Mystical Ability that persuaded people to do good (leaving enemies dazed by the chanting and unable to fight back), while the other wielded a peerlessly sharp divine weapon.
Truly a match made in heaven.
But Ren Ye still could not kill his way out faster than the enemy could reinforce. He had hacked his way through a full three kilometers with Mumu, only to find more and more pursuers behind them.
By now, he could no longer remember how many people he had cut down or how many layers of encirclement he had broken through. In short, as long as their