Lin Guang had lost count of how many cuts he had made.
His Black Blade chopped down again and again, as if mincing a pile of flesh into paste. He nearly lost his mind, his brain filled with pitch-black emotions, leaving only a destructive desire.
Die, die, die...
Disgusting, greedy, ignorant, foolish...
One cut, two cuts, three cuts...
"Drip, drip, drip..."
Blood oozed out, soaking his boots, the smell of blood spreading far.
The player on the ground had long been dead beyond any doubt, yet Lin Guang continued to hack amidst the mess, gradually reducing the several intact human forms to shattered remains—a horrific sight.
"...The most stubborn, the most paranoid, those who insist on ruining their own lives, the darkest, most despicable people."
Amidst the noisy downpour, footsteps approached from a collapsed house nearby.
Lin Guang heard this and slowly turned around, seeing a young man in a white coat approaching him, it was the Deity.
