Fang Zhen had originally planned to just watch after breaking through the city gates and then rest for a while, but he discovered that mowing down weaklings could be addictive.
In this world, the demons were perhaps the strong ones when they slaughtered civilians, each one brutally aggressive and tyrannical.
But now, from Fang Zhen's perspective, he was the scythe and these demons were merely wheat. With a single swing, their heads were separated from their bodies.
Fang Zhen stopped thinking about how to conserve his stamina. He had plenty of ways to recover his strength anyway.
These demons couldn't tie him down for long; they couldn't even make him expend energy faster than he could recover it.
Spurring his horse onward, Fang Zhen charged toward the city center all by himself.
Watching Fang Zhen take the lead, charging ahead of everyone toward the city center, it felt as if he alone was suppressing all the demons.
