"Kill, kill, kill everything!"
The more Shi Mu killed, the more the urge within him grew. He wiped his cheek with one hand, then jumped back and forth in eagerness like a rabbit.
Every time he landed an attack with the long knife and beat into metal skeleton bones, several lives were devastated.
His long knife slanted out from the bottom, and a soldier on the opposite side broke the knife with two pieces. As their bodies swayed, the long knife waved out laterally and the enemy was decapitated and thrown.
From the cavalry in iron armor to archers in steel armor, Shi Mu himself didn't know how many he killed, but he knew that the more he took down, the more excited he was.
He gradually became more like a decisive general and completely forgot about the fact that he was a monk.
Finally, the head of the enemy's leader was now in his hands but he did not stop at all. Sword clenched in hand, he stared back at the warrior in black armor with bloodthirsty eyes.