The hot breath turns into rising mist... dripping with sweat... blood spurts... crazy light shines in the eyes...
.........The man looked up at the sky.
The sky is red, and the floating clouds are like ashes that have been burned and blown away...
Sweat dripped down his cheeks, he lowered his head, and the mountains and plains in the red world were filled with twisted human shapes...
They are all monsters... Some are crawling and swaying on all fours, some are walking upright and staggering, some are roaring loudly, and some are showing their teeth and claws... They are moving towards here fast or slowly, non-stop.
"Hiss......Ha!......"
He sniffed the burnt air around him deeply... There was a faint smell of rust, and he felt it carefully as if chewing... This was really - "Exciting!"
"Ha ha ha ha!!…………"
The man rushed towards the monster like crazy. He reached out and hammered the monster's head... kicked the monster's body to pieces... tore them apart like flax... ravaged them... there was a cracking sound of bones... flying in all directions.
The splashing juice... the dying scream, the warmth that remains on the body and disappears in an instant... no one who is not a bloodthirsty beast can experience this kind of predator's pleasure... the pleasant physical and mental comfort
Cool……
"kill!……"
His bloodthirsty and crazy eyes became brighter and brighter. At this moment, only killing could satisfy him.
"Killing" is an absolute that overrides other existences!
"Killing" is the authority that proves one's strength!
"Killing" is the "Tao"!
"Killing" is the benchmark of his existence value!
"——You didn't kill enough! You didn't kill fast enough!!"
He waved his arm to form a strong wind, and the strong wind tore those monsters apart...
——Not enough!! Not fast enough!!!
This land is so vast and there are so many monsters...
He ran forward, leaped high, waved his arms and turned them into wings, fluttering his wings and flying high. He looked down at the earth. Wherever he flew, there was a bloody storm... He seemed to be the god of this world.
He was extremely proud.
...At this moment when he was most proud of himself, someone pulled him from behind...
He turned back angrily, but only saw a thread.
...This thread went straight down, extending all the way to the ground, and was held in the girl's hand.
"Jun Mo Hui..."
This man's heart was moved, but he didn't stop moving forward. He roared: "Let go!!"
...The girl didn't let go, she just held the rope on the ground and looked up at him.
"I told you to let go!!!"
The man flapped his wings angrily, and the strong wind generated by the flapping wings pushed him upwards, and the rope tied to him was also pulled upwards. The girl on the ground did not let go. For just a moment, she was like other monsters.
It was torn apart easily...
"No!!!!!!!!!!"
Xing Jun stood up from the bed like a catapult, panting in embarrassment, sweat dripping down his face, and his chest heaved violently. He looked around in a panic, only to see the bright moonlight outside the window, which seemed to be like frost in the room. There was no bloody scene anywhere.
He recalled everything that had happened just now, and it was all too real. He was first indulged in the exhilarating feeling and couldn't extricate himself, and then suddenly woke up when he remembered Mo Huijun's tragic situation.