"HAH!" Gao Zhijian, bare-chested, brandished his giant halberd at the edge of the village, single-handedly holding the line against thousands.
Bulging veins popped out all over his body as his billowing blood qi enveloped him like smoke and mist.
His foes were men and women, young and old, all with black cloths draped over their shoulders. At a glance, they looked like ordinary villagers.
Yet right now, they were unnaturally frenzied, clutching all sorts of farm tools as they recklessly charged at Gao Zhijian.
"Don't fear the big brute! Charge! We live as people of God Yu'er, and when we die, our ghosts serve God Yu'er! Die, and we'll be reborn as the Emperor!"
With a flash of cold steel, three foes before him were sliced in half at the waist. Viscera and blood splattered across a nearby white wall.
But gradually, the sheer number of enemies began to overwhelm him, and Gao Zhijian started to struggle.
