"Go to hell!" Li Yunqi, who swung the long sword as a dragon flying in the sky, killed the last dark knight from the Blood Dargon Village with his sword.
This killing feast filled with blood could finally screech to a halt at this moment.
Hundreds of dark knights from the Blood Dargon Village, together with all the influences and warriors on the side of the Blood Dargon Village were slaughtered. There was no one alive in a sum of about three hundred humans. At the foot of Ice Snow Altar where the power of the Blood Dargon Village was supposed to show up, Feng Xueyi, One Stroke for a Soul, stood alone there.
He had never thought about the situation at this moment.
"Good and evil will always be rewarded; it is only a question of time. The Blood Dragon Village has committed countless
