Moonlight shone over the earth, over Crossroads, where blood mingled with corpses.
A young man stood against the wind, propped on a sword in his left hand, his whole body drenched in blood, his right arm severed and shattered.
Wounds covered the flesh of his cheeks, leaving him unrecognizable, and bodies lay all around his feet.
All was quiet. A group of bald men in black surrounded him, but fear showed on their faces. They hesitated, not daring to advance decisively.
After this much slaughter, even remnant souls felt fear and the dread they ought to feel.
A cool wind blew, dispersing the bloody air.
Ren Ye stood propped on his sword, blood still streaming from his severed right arm. A golden fist strike had also burst his left eyeball. He was a gruesome sight.
Only now did he understand what "strength unknown, grows stronger against stronger opponents" meant. This second wave of Enforcer reinforcements was clearly more than a level above the earlier lackeys. Almost every one of them was at the advanced first tier.
He could neither beat them nor kill them all...
Ren Ye finally understood. What he was fighting was not the Enforcers at all, but the Heavenly Dao of this Star Gate. No matter how powerful an individual was, they could not fight the "rules."
"He's exhausted."
"Everyone, attack together."
"The Lamp Wick he's meeting must be upstairs."
"...!"
After a brief silence, the bald men in black grew eager to try again.
Ren Ye regarded them contemptuously, lifting the Human Emperor Sword with his one remaining arm. "I kill, then die. I die, then live again! I'm arrogant-what can you do about it?"
The bald men in black, who had still wanted to pummel Ren Ye to death and brutally desecrate his corpse, froze.