A hundred bandits, within the span of one hour, were all slaughtered.
The bandit army that once strutted around the outskirts of Babylon City, which even regular military troops kept at bay, was now reduced to a single individual.
That looting and murderous bandit leader slumped to the ground; he wanted to plead for mercy, but the terror of death clogged his throat, rendering his efforts futile.
As the sun set blood-red, a black iron chain pierced through the bandit leader's head. Blood splattered like a bloom, spraying onto the nearby grass and trees.
Each bandit died from a single blow, right in the torso, a fist-sized bloody cavity, perfectly aligned. As if they were targets hit by Lu Xun's precise shooting.
The bodies of the bandits, torn apart like vehicles in a tornado, their intestines and internal organs scattered about as if they were strewn pieces of a machine.
