Jiang Cheng hooked his foot, catching a wooden stick in his hand.
The other mercenaries who noticed the situation began to shoot at him.
Jiang Cheng continued forward, a light shield forming in front of him, while he threw the stick.
"With a scream of pain, one of the mercenaries' heads was smashed by the stick, brain matter spilling out.
Jiang Cheng casually pulled a blade from the body of a mercenary, using it with ruthless force, the blade piercing through another mercenary's chest, continuing its flight until it embedded deeply into a tree trunk behind.
He lifted a mercenary's body, hurling it heavily against another, leaving that mercenary dazed.
At this moment, Jiang Cheng was like a Death God!
His expression was calm, even his gaze was steady. His movements were not fast, almost leisurely.
Yet with every gesture, mercenaries fell, lifeless on the ground.
Panic appeared on the mercenaries' faces. In their hearts, Jiang Cheng was a Death God!
