Pu! Pu! Pu!

Hot and scarlet red blood sprayed throughout the air, and it dyed the sky red.

There were no miserable and shrill cries before death, nor were there furious and resenting curses, and there weren’t even words of torture or humiliation resounding through the air. From the beginning until the end, there was only the oppressive sound of slaughter.

Heads were reaped with decisive and direct attacks!

The oppressive sounds were sounds created when the blade sliced through bone and flesh while Chen Xi reaped their heads, and it caused others to feel a chill run down their spines when they heard this.

Chen Xi seemed to be extremely silent and indifferent towards all of this.

At this moment, he seemed to have transformed into a merciless and emotionless god of death, and he reaped the lives of others in a precise and ruthless manner in order to vent the hatred in his heart.

The Iris Desert had experienced a few days of world shocking battles, and it had been transformed into ruins long ago. It was covered in desolation while the heavens and the earth were covered in bloodstains, and the entire surroundings were filled with damaged corpses, wrecked treasures, space and time that were in disorder, and the chaotic aftermath of war…

Amidst such a background that seemed like purgatory, Chen Xi’s current method of killing...