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Chapter 108 The blood-stained street

There are ghosts and people on this street, and they all have one thing in common, that is, they are on Fang Yi's list of enemies.

There are ghosts of various shapes walking nearby, a reincarnation holding a knife a little further away, and a reincarnation with long-range enhancement appearing vaguely in the distance.

Fang Yi took a deep breath, opened his eyes wide, and his hand holding the knife trembled slightly, but it was not because of nervousness but unprecedented excitement.

Because he found that these people were a little weak, at least they were not very strong veterans.

The antidote that Shinobu Kocho gave him before she said goodbye had already been taken by him and was taking effect. He felt that his physical condition was better than ever.

The effect of predicting the enemy's trajectory brought by [Blood Demon Art: Eye Hidden] is extremely good, combined with his panel that is close to 20 points in all attributes.

Ordinary firearms could no longer pose a fatal threat to him in this battle.

[Dou Qi Perception] told him that the streets were full of threatening attacks, but Fang Yi was not afraid.

He felt that the knife in his hand was telling him that these people were not to be feared, so he could use it to take their lives.

Fang Yi smiled. He had already sensed that the beast in his heart was reviving and was about to roar.

His body had already moved before his brain, ready to start reaping the enemy's lives. He suppressed this impulse and prepared to say something.

Saying something before killing someone can help improve efficiency.

Fang Yi, who was alone, looked at the enemies on the street and began to tell them some truths that were difficult for them to accept, warming up for his killing.

"There are so many people and so many ghosts. It seems a bit difficult to clear the place with one sword."

"Then let's tentatively plan to spend one minute on this street."

"Let's see how many enemies I can kill."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Yi disappeared.

He has already pronounced judgment on the enemy before him, and the next step is to execute it.

He never keeps his enemies waiting too long.
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Fang Yi walked lightly across the battlefield as if he was strolling leisurely.

Several bullets flew towards him, trying to take his life, but they didn't even touch the corner of his clothes.

He dodged these useless long-range attacks effortlessly. His movements were as unpredictable as a willow leaf swaying in the wind, yet as agile and beautiful as a dancing dancer.

The brand new Sun Blade in his hand drew several graceful arcs in the air, bringing with it a cold glow.

In two breaths, the ghosts and people rushing towards him were like hitting invisible silk threads and turned into silent corpses.

Some were split in half, some were headless, and some were badly mutilated, but without exception, they were all dead.

Those ghosts were hideous and ferocious, with bloodthirsty glints in their eyes.

Those people had determined eyes, filled with murderous intent towards him.

However, no matter how vicious or determined they were, they all lost their lives in the flash of Fang Yi's blade.

A ghost cutting your neck is like a knife, and a person losing his life is also like a knife.

The flash of knives and the gushing of blood made the scene a horrific one. The long brick and stone street was instantly filled with the remains of humans and ghosts.

However, Fang Yi's expression remained calm, as if everything before him was just a trivial ripple.

His sword-swinging movements were graceful and swift, and each blow was extremely accurate. He quickly and efficiently took the lives of his enemies, as if they had been precisely calculated countless times.

The enemies around fell one after another. They didn't even have the chance to scream before losing their lives in silence.

The air began to be filled with the smell of blood, and the corpses that fell to the ground made strange and terrifying collision sounds with the bricks and stones, creating a shocking picture.

The enemy had begun to get scared, some of them turned around and fled, while more of them knelt down and begged, trying to find a way to survive.

But Fang Yi still moved forward steadily. Wherever he went, no matter whether it was a human or a ghost, whether they resisted or begged for mercy, they all met the same end, which was death.

His eyes were cold and firm, as if nothing could stop him. It was as if this killing was just an insignificant game to Fang Yi.

And he was just enjoying the process, enjoying the pleasure of taking the enemy's life.

Everyone present instantly understood that the other party had only one goal in mind, which was to completely destroy all enemies.

Resistance is useless, begging for mercy is useless, and escape is useless. The only thing that awaits them is death without discrimination.

At this time, it was less than ten seconds before Fang Yi appeared on the long street.

The enemy had never felt that a minute, as spoken by the other side, was so long.
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Fang Yi's figure was looming in the sword light and blood shadow, like a ruthless black shadow, sweeping across the entire battlefield with the breath of death.

A few long-range enhanced reincarnations a little further away, sensing that the situation was not right, had already evacuated.

Several reincarnations in the middle who were implementing the strategy of "the mantis stalks the cicada while the oriole waits behind" were just about to make up their minds to evacuate when they were killed by Fang Yi's sword energy and were silent.

On the long street covered with blood and debris, only a few melee-enhanced reincarnations were left to be slaughtered by Fang Yi, as well as several ghosts who came with their minions.

They were too close and there was no chance of escape.

People and ghosts who know that they have no way out should fight to the death in desperate situations and try their best to fight for the last chance of survival.

However, when they faced Fang Yi, they could not muster the courage to resist.

The desire to survive that should flow in the body and is possessed by all living things became so small and powerless in front of him.

Everyone present had never felt so clearly how useless it was to try to fight a desperate battle and cause the enemy even the slightest damage.

A deep despair surged in their hearts. Fang Yi's figure was like a heavy and huge mountain, pressing them so hard that they couldn't breathe.

Someone was gripping a knife tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, but his palms were already soaked with cold sweat.

Complex emotions flickered in their eyes, including fear of death and fear of the other party's powerful strength, but they had no will to resist.

Their hands and feet seemed to be bound by invisible shackles, making it difficult for them to move.

Some people simply put down their weapons, looked ahead with empty eyes, and waited for their fate to come.

Their will to fight had long been completely destroyed, and all that remained was helplessness and despair about impending death.

They knew that any resistance would be futile in front of Fang Yi, and they could only helplessly accept their own fate.

Fang Yi's existence is like an insurmountable chasm, completely isolating their hopes and chances of survival.

Every movement he made, every swing of his sword, silently declared a fact: in front of him, any resistance was futile, and any hope was false.

His ruthlessness and powerful strength were like an invisible hand, tightly strangling everyone's throat, preventing them from even uttering a final cry.

Fortunately, this action, which was called a battle but was actually a massacre, came to an end quickly.

It starts with a seemingly deserted street, set up with a dragnet, and ends with a silent street with only one person left.

In his eyes, these were a little weak, and basically all the reincarnations who had completed two to three missions had been killed by him.

At this moment, there was no living creature on the long street except Fang Yi.

Only thirty seconds had passed since Fang Yi appeared here.

Fang Yi tilted his head and sighed again.

"It seems a few of them escaped. What a shame. What do you think, Swordsman?"

The ghost Yue who was supposed to be the last to be harvested appeared on the street. This ghost who was at the level of Upper Six flashed, but did not choose to fight with Fang Yi, but turned around and ran away.

At this moment, it had just been dark for ten seconds.

(End of this chapter)