To be precise, it was a blade as thin as a cicada's wing. These guys rushed up and collided with the blade themselves, which is why they died. To be precise, it was suicide.
Two minutes later, there were hardly any survivors at the scene. After the samurai puppet crushed the head of a Ghost-level Apostle, Yang Xiao paused the slaughter. At this moment, besides Yang Xiao, only two people were left breathing.
One of these two was a Ghost-level Apostle, the other a Fierce Level Apostle. They were scared to death, dropped their weapons, collapsed on the ground, trembling, breathing rapidly, their chests heaving violently. It felt as if they were about to die any second.
"Mr. Yang, Mr. Yang, please don't kill us, it was all... it was all Han Li who told us to come kill you, it's him, it's all his fault!!" One person kneeled on the ground, begging loudly, weeping bitterly.
