C13 Soul Taking

The scimitar in Qin Shaoyu's hand transformed into a beautiful silver moon, blood spurted out and only a few orcs were cut apart by the scimitar.

At this moment, his momentum was like a rainbow, charging into the enemy group alone. None of the Level 3 Warriors, who were beastmen, could stop him.

With a scream, Qin Shaoyu charged at him again and again