On this day, the great army of the Qingyang Tribe faced a catastrophe.
Du Chengfeng was slaughtering them, killing them with the utmost speed. Even the Broken Horse Long Saber in his hand had abandoned the obsession with techniques, gradually revealing its inherent ferocity. As the blade flashed, numerous soldiers of the Qingyang Tribe were torn apart by the invisible blade, falling to the ground like harvested wheat.
And the surging evil qi of the battlefield would transform into Du Chengfeng's weapon, making the invisible blade even sharper and the blade in his hand even more frenzied.
But if you wanted to talk about frenzy, it was still the nearby giant bird of flesh and blood.
