Anyway, these are rebel troops; it wouldn't matter even if he slaughtered all one hundred thousand of them.
The Dark Council might cause some trouble, yet he was apprehensive of the council but not afraid of it.
If he was to kill, then he would kill to his heart's content.
Wang Dadong's body transformed into a fleeting shadow, his white fighting sword plowing through the battlefield.
Wherever it passed, flesh and blood splattered everywhere.
The soldiers, along with their machine guns, were sliced in half effortlessly.
At that moment, Wang Dadong was the true God of Killing.
Every strike resulted in several people being beheaded.
In the blink of an eye, over a hundred rebel soldiers were massacred.
This was the true definition of corpses lying everywhere, blood flowing rivers!
The number of deaths among the rebel troops escalated rapidly, and Wang Dadong's eyes grew increasingly blood-red, filled with a flicker of madness.
