"Die, all of you die!" Han Yan's figure moved, appearing behind the bandits, each slash of the Cold Sky Sword triggered dozens of blood arrows.
Soon, the scattered blood would follow their owners, dissipating into the cold wind, becoming eternal nothingness.
God of Slaughter! This is the legendary God of Slaughter! Seeing fellow companions dying tragically under Han Yan's sword, all the bandits were terrified, fleeing in all directions.
However, the ruthless slaughter did not end, Han Yan's sword still swung continuously, taking one fragile life after another.
At this moment, Han Yan's entire mental state was consumed by the intense intent to kill, leaving only one thought, and that was destruction... destruction of thousands of lives, destruction of everything in the world!
Her eyes were also blood-red, with no visible pupils, only a haunting crimson.
