C591 Battlefield of Death (1/2)
In the instant that Li Qian fell to the ground, she ignored the pain and quickly crawled up, hiding behind Yang Tian. Facing Li Qian's fall, Yang Tian's heart was in intense pain, it wasn't that Yang Tian didn't want to help her, but the moment he moved, the masked men would seize the opportunity to attack. This was what Yang Tian was worried about the most, if he went to help Li Qian, not only would he not help Li Qian, he would also put him in danger.
Yang Tian held the machete that was still dripping with blood tightly in one hand. His eyes emitted a bloody light as he stared at the masked people in front of him and coldly shouted, ”Who are you people?”
”Ah …” With an angry roar, the masked men in front of Yang Tian completely ignored Yang Tian's question, holding the machete in their hands, they rushed towards Yang Tian. In front of Yang Tian, at this time, there were more than ten violent killing maniacs, wielding cold machetes. Yang Tian did not move, in an instant, he stood there like a statue without moving.
I can't let anyone hurt Li Qian, she's my woman. No matter who it is, as long as I'm Yang Tian's enemy, he can only … Dead …
His entire body was emitting a deathly aura, and at this moment, Yang Tian seemed to have become a completely different person. He was no longer the Yang Tian who laughed all day and liked to tease girls, he was a devil of hell, he was no longer a Yang Tian who ran around to live, he was the leader of the Dragon Gate's most terrifying assassination organization in the world, he was no longer an orphan abandoned in Fuzhou, he was now a blood-stained executioner. At this time, he only wanted to kill someone …
”Kill …” The word 'kill' came out from Yang Tian's mouth. His voice sounded like the summons of death from hell. The ice-cold aura of death made everyone who heard the word 'kill' feel a chill on their backs.
Yang Tian is moving, his steps are moving, he has only moved a tiny step, but in the eyes of these masked men who raised their swords, just one small step was enough to make their hearts tremble. Yang Tian's hands finally started waving, and as he did so, his body tensed up like a released arrow, shooting towards the dozen or so masked men in front of him. A bloody light flashed, and the throat of a masked man was cut open.
Originally, there were no bloodstains or undead in this place, but at this moment, this place was like a slaughterhouse, the stench of blood was everywhere, the Undead were crying here, the gates to hell were slowly opening, the Death God was summoning these Undead that had been wandering in this world for a long time, some people said that humans would ascend to heaven after death, many people believed that the place they would go after death would be the Shura's Purgatory, Yang Tian never knew where they would go after death, maybe hell was more suitable for him, his hands were stained with blood, but Yang Tian believed even more, that the place where he personally created the Undead went to must be hell.
At the same time as the cold light flashed, fresh blood splattered. Along with this cold light, more than ten corpses lay on the ground, some of them still emitting hot, hot blood. Blood slowly flowed out from the corpses of these people, converging together and flowing into the sewers.
Yang Tian's body was covered in blood. This was for him, but also for those people. At this moment, he was more like the legendary demon that viewed human life as grass and stepped on it …
Blood dripped down from the blade in Yang Tian's hand. One drop, two drops … The sound of every drop of blood hitting the ground shocked everyone present. At that moment, everyone was stunned. The remaining masked men held onto their machetes but didn't dare to move forward. It was as if they were frightened by Yang Tian's actions …
Even Li Qian, who was standing behind Yang Tian, was scared silly by Yang Tian's current appearance as his entire body trembled. Since he was young, Li Qian had never seen so many dead people.
Then, a cool breeze blew past them. As the wind brushed past everyone, they immediately saw a black figure with a speed that was hard to change for an ordinary person, rapidly flying out. For a moment, everyone was stunned, because they felt a sense of danger, a sense of danger that came from hell.
”Ah Tian …” ”Don't...” Li Qian exclaimed as she looked at the masked men running towards her …
However, there were a few familiar figures beside Li Qian. However, these people were covered in blood, and these people were the disciples of the Dragon Gate. They had come late because they, like Yang Tian, had been besieged.
”Miss Li Qian, don't go over there …” Sir, we are ordered to ensure your safety... ”
”No …” Hurry up and go... Pull A'Tian back... So dangerous... ”Sob, sob …” Li Qian cried out. She saw that a few disciples of the Dragon Gate had already caught up to them and were crazily slaughtering these masked people …