"Ah... Ah!"
"Aahh... Spare me, spare me!"
Silver needles flew like shuttles, recklessly piercing through the brows and throats of each gunman, leaving behind exploding bloody holes.
THUMP. THUMP.
In the blink of an eye, accompanied by shrill screams, one figure after another fell, their eyes wide with unwillingness. It was as if a gigantic, invisible scythe of death had indifferently swept across, reaping lives as easily as cutting down wheat.
HISS!
Seeing this, the tense members of the Yuan family and Ming Xiang's group all gasped in shock. The thousands of nervous underlings stared so hard their eyeballs nearly popped out of their sockets.
Is this Brother Lin's true, terrifying strength? He really lives up to his notorious title as the God of Killing! This is an outright, crushing massacre, even more effortless than stepping on a colony of ants!
"Hmph, it's always like this. He never gives us a chance to act..."
