C61 Moving Again

All the assassins stood there like wooden stakes, blood and flesh spraying on the bystanders, but they just couldn't move.

This wasn't killing, but killing.

Yang Qiu had never been so ruthless before.

Killing someone was very simple, but. . . It was very difficult to turn a person's body into mush, not even leaving a single piece of flesh behind.

Two hundred people, even if it was flat ground