Ru Yunlan had just punched the last demonic enemy that jumped on him. His fist and clothes were covered in the blood of his enemies. He was a bit out of breath with his ragged breathing echoing in the quiet area. He had never felt so fatigued that his knees wavered and fell on the small piles of corpses behind his seat. He was surrounded with all kinds of corpses around him. They were all killed by his punch which is why his fist turned crimson after being soaked in blood for quite a long time.
Pants~
"Senior, how long do I need to do this?" Ru Yunlan asked in thin air.
