In the following time, Xiao Zheng struck continuously and relentlessly, every move lethal, with no mercenary able to escape.
Watching their numbers dwindle, the mercenaries were nearly driven mad, despair hanging over each of them.
Xiao Zheng was like Death itself, mercilessly reaping their lives.
"Ah!"
A mercenary couldn't bear it anymore and screamed wildly, "I can't take it anymore! Evil God, come out, come out!"
As he spoke, the mercenary wildly scanned the primeval jungle with the long spear in his hand.
The man had completely lost his sanity.
"Hmph."
From a distance, Xiao Zheng let out a cold laugh. Madness would only hasten the mercenary's demise.
He broke off another branch from a tree and flung it. The branch shot out swiftly, instantly piercing the man's neck. Blood gushed forth.
The screaming mercenary fell silent immediately, his body convulsed for a while, and then he collapsed to the ground with a thud.
