Every rebel there saw Death himself reaping their lives in the smoke-filled hall. Xiao Luo’s unbelievable speed and irregular movements were like those of a specter, and fear crept into the souls of every Libyan rebel on the third floor.

BANG! BANG! RAT TAT TATAT!

Most of the rebels were in a panic, and hysterically started to shoot without aiming. But it resulted in countless casualties from friendly fire as stray bullets scythed through the ranks of the Libyan rebels. Blood splattered as bullets ripped through the bodies of the men, screaming in agony and horror, unable to escape the hail of lead fired from close range. It was a ghastly sight, as men tried to escape the line of fire, but there was nowhere to go as bullets came from every direction. Bodies slumped to the floor, writhing and soaked in blood.

“Stay calm! Everyone, calm the hell down!” Hamis roared, desperately trying to regain some control over his men.

Finally, Hamis pointed his pistol in the air and fired a shot.

But, that did not have the desired effect, for his men were too far gone to regain their composure. Having seen in Xiao Luo, a mysterious spectral-like being who was unsusceptible to any bullets or shrapnel, they had lost it completely. They stood frozen, firing away even as they watched Xiao Luo slitting their throats one after the other–and there was no way to even catch up with his speed and movements. They were just waiting for their turn to lose their necks, and it was neigh impossible to keep their composure under such extreme circumstances.

Moments ago, gunfire was thick and fast, resounding across the hall in deafening bursts. But the din was dying down, and it indicated that xiao Luo had dispatched more of the rebel fighters, leaving fewer survivors. Hamis opened his eye wide as he scanned through the haze of smoke and realized that there were only a few soldiers left, and they were screaming in fear. Soon, corpses were strewn all over the entire ground.

“How could this have happened? T-this can’t be…”

Hamis himself was close to a breakdown. He had deployed more than eight hundred soldiers to encircle and kill just one warrior from the Hua nation. His troops were supported by vehicle-mounted machineguns, RPGs, and heavy mortars, and despite a full assault, Mie was still in fighting condition. Not only that, he mounted a counter-offensive that had taken out virtually all his troops–it was nothing short of carnage.

Is he a human, or is he something else?

Hamis was stunned. As experienced as he was on the battlefield, he had never encountered such a terrifying opponent, and fighting such a man was no different than facing Godzilla.

RAT TAT TATAT!

All he could hear was a submachine gun firing at this point, and soon that too stopped, ending with a shriek as another life was extinguished. The haze and smoke had finally settled, and the visibility started to improve. Everywhere ke looked, Hamis saw countless bodies of his soldiers, and the blood that had drained from them formed a ghastly river of blood, soaking the ground.

No rebel fighters remained standing–more than eight hundred of them had now turned into corpses lying cold on the blood-soaked ground.

Hamis’s eyes widened even more as a cold sweat started to break across his forehead, and his body was trembling uncontrollably.

Even Tang Wantian, hiding in the sewer system, could detect the overpowering odor of blood. She soon realized that thick blood was dripping through the tiny perforations in the manhole cover.

“Ahh!”

Trembling, she screamed in fear.

Tang Wantian could no longer keep her composure, and she pushed the manhole cover with all her might, trying to escape from the well. But debris and rocks had fallen on top of the manhole and weighed the cover down. She could not move it even an inch, regardless of how much force she used.

“Xiao Luo! Xiao Luo…!”

She cried and called out for Xiao Luo continually.

Compared to Tang Wantian, the fear in Hamis’ eyes was more evident, as, without warning, a figure suddenly appeared in his vision. He donned camouflaged combat fatigues and held a dagger in his hand as he approached his quarry in measured steps. Hamis stared in abject fear, and what shook him most was that his executioner had a pair of blood-red eyes, resembling two eerie red lanterns. The demonic eyes were cold, bloodthirsty, and completely inhuman.

“Die! You demon!”

Hamis mustered what little courage that remained and pulled the trigger–at this distance, surely, he could not miss?

BANG! BANG! BANG!

He repeatedly fired until he had expended all the rounds in the clip.

But, to his surprise, none of the bullets even grazed Xiao Luo as he teleported from the line of fire, effortlessly avoiding every shot.

A feeling of doom fell over Hamis, and he began to lose his will to fight and quickly backed away. As he frantically did so, he attempted to change his gun’s magazine. But panicking, he fumbled with it as he tried to reload and even dropped the magazine several times. As he reached out to pick up the magazine, he saw a pair of sand-colored military boots before him. When he looked up, he was met with those blood-red eyes.

THUD!

He dropped to his knees, and his courage finally abandoned him in the face of Xiao Luo’s presence. Hamis turned completely pale as he broke out in a cold sweat.

Hamis trembled as he looked at the man. “Are you…are you a man or a ghost?” he asked.

“That is not important. What is important is that you have to tell me where Sarah Michelle is,” Xiao Luo said, looking down at him coldly as if he was the commanding officer.

“She… she is in Brule’s town.”

Hamis answered with no attempt to hide the truth, for he had utterly lost his will to resist any more against such a supernatural being.

“Hmm.”

Xiao Luo nodded without any emotion, and with the flick of his wrist, the blood-stained dagger in his hand slit through Hamis’s throat in a flash. It was mercilessly and so quick that even Hamis did not realize.

Having extracted the information he needed, he threw the dagger on the ground and turned around.

Hamis was still kneeling on the ground, thinking that his enemy had shown mercy on him. He did not feel any pain, but as he tried to get up, a gush of warm liquid oozed out from his throat, and he instinctively touched it. When he looked at his hand, his eyes suddenly widened in shock and fear.

Blood! He was bleeding!

A stream of blood began to spurt out of his slit throat, and Hamis suddenly felt the pain in his throat. His body started to lean sideways as he twitched and struggled; then began to lose his sight, and all he saw was darkness as the life force left his body.

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Xiao Luo shook his head vigorously to quell his murderous intent, unsure where this rage had come from. Perhaps, it was always there in his subconscious and had been aroused by the system’s abilities.

After Xiao Luo suppressed his intense need to kill, his eyes returned to their normal state.

But traces of blood stained his face and body after dispatching more than eight hundred Libyan rebels single-handedly.

Tang Wantian was still screaming hysterically in the well when the manhole cover opened with a clang, and daylight poured into the dark enclosure. The light dazzled her, and she had to put her hand over her eyes before they acclimatized. Then she made out who it was–Xiao Luo had removed the cover and reached down to pull her out.

“Xiao Luo…”

As self-reliant as she was, she couldn’t help bursting out in tears when she saw him.

“Come on, let’s get you out of there,” Xiao Luo said.

“Okay.”

Tang Wantian held on to his hand tightly.

Xiao Luo easily lifted Tang Wantian out of the manhole, to her great relief.

She gasped as she saw the carnage–there were mountains of corpses, and the ground was covered in blood. Suddenly feeling nauseous, Tang Wantian doubled over and started to vomit.

Xiao Luo could understand how she felt and gave her some time to recover.

He was not an indiscriminate killer, but he could not let any one of them live, for his foes had been hellbent on taking his life.