His ultimate goal isn't power or conquest, but absolute freedom — liberation from death, from the control of powerful lords, and from the confines of this world. Meet Wuyi, formerly a gangster's accountant, now reborn in a world torn between the Righteous and the Demonics. Gifted with a unique ability by the gods of his previous life, Wuyi possesses an exceptional edge in this new realm. While Wuyi yearns for a peaceful life, he's not afraid to become the villain that this world might need. Determined to secure his freedom, he's prepared to upheave this world, paying no heed to its moral divides. He will not rest until he attains the deepest desire of his soul.
Master Yinhua wielded a mace with a five-foot handle skillfully.
He stepped past Zhai Jiang, bouncing on the balls of his feet as if eager for the contest. His mace moved like a piston. The Demonic creatures flinched back from his strike; a swampling died instantly. Another demonic, Yingmo, took a blow to the torso, staggered, and then shrieked in pain as the mace shattered its foot bone.
It wasn't glorious work, but Zhai Jiang grabbed the corpse of a trampled woman and hurled it into the darkness.
The gate shifted.
He got his hands under a dead swampling's skull and threw the body at its comrades.
The gate moved another hand's breadth.
"Master Yinhua!" he shrieked. His voice was hoarse and cracked. The old warrior bounded, cut, and suddenly retreated. Zhai Jiang stumbled after him.