"Fuck..." Looking at the field, Yan Chen kept mumbling again and again.

The lightsaber in Shen Heng's hand was cutting through iron like clay. Even those special weapons couldn't stop it, and he cut it accurately every time.

He whittled one, and Xi Jiu whipped another.

The two of them were speeding side by side. Their movements were so fast that people couldn't see them clearly. They were light and airy, like cutting leeks. No one from the dark organization was standing wherever they passed. Bloody flowers splashed on the snow...

That scene was cruel and bloody, eerie and beautiful.

Two minutes.

Everyone is solved.

There was a pile of weapon remains on the ground, and people on the verge of death.

"A newly born, frightening dark organization?" Xi Jiu washed his whip in the snow and scoffed, with contempt in his bones, "It's nothing more than that."

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