Chapter 905: Return of the Eight Kings

Boom! Bang! Rumble, rumble, rumble! It was a blood-soaked purgatory where human lives were as cheap as weeds. Amid the black crush of troops, Frank Yale wore the Huntian War Armor and gripped the Tyrant Dragon Blade, still hacking his way through the slaughter. He burned like a war god, baptized in blood. Bones and blood paved the road ahead, and nothing could slow his stride. "Is he… is he still human?" On a war chariot, Xue Qiong's lips trembled. Even the arm holding his Slaughter Sword shook. If...