154 Illusions

An aura of death and slaughter began to spread around Lyle. Killing intent surged through the sky and the wails and howls of the dead drifted in the air.

Lyle took out his blade and it let out a shrill wail.

With that, he delved into the hoard of demon beasts fearlessly.

He did not hesitate and he lightly swung the blade in his hand, directly breaking open the back of a demon beast before him, and dark red blood mixed with internal organs sprayed out.

After killing one beast, he did not hold back in the slightest, his blade struck out horizontally, causing another set of beasts to be chopped into two by a sharp blade.

The pack of demon beasts growled loudly as they pounced on him.

Lyle smiled, a dim and piercingly cold sheen suffused his pair of white and black pupils.