Severed limbs flew in the sky as blood sprayed.

Chen Xi who’d entered into a state of combat had a completely changed bearing. His expression was indifferent and he had killing intent coiled all around his body as the Talisman Armament in his hand mercilessly reaped lives like the sickle in the hands of the god of death.

The countless life and death battles in these past few years allowed him to clearly calculate that he only had to exert 40% of his strength to easily annihilate the enemies before him, and he wouldn’t cause unnecessary wastage by exerting too much strength.

This originated from his combat expertise. Only one that had experienced the baptism of battle and blood would be able to grasp a method of killing that was the swiftest and used the least energy!

Chen Xi knew extremely clearly. Everything he did was probably completely visible down...