This is the thought that came to mind before Zhuonimo died.

Because he no longer has the words to describe John's current state.

John is no different from a monster at this moment.

He thought the harvesting of the sword was too slow, after all, the blood boiled only lasted for five minutes.

There were about eighty people to kill. Even if the eighty pigs stood there and remained motionless, they would never be able to kill them within five minutes. He simply threw the knife and started the brutal collision directly, and hit anyone who they caught.

It's like you'll die when you hit it, and you'll be hurt when you hit it.

The scene was in chaos.

Now it is no longer a group of people who beat John up, but John chases a group of people and savagely collides.

When they hit the scene, the group of people were all scared, and many people left their swords and ran away with a life of escaping.

But the slow-runnered person was still caught up and knocked into a slag.

"Don't run! Don't run if you have any talent!"

John followed behind and shouted.

But they are not stupid, who would stay and be knocked into a scumbag? They all escaped so much that they hated their parents for having fewer legs.

But even if he fought his life, less than ten people would run out of the club to avoid being vicious.
Chapter completed!