"You... you demon!"
The last middle-aged man pointed at Chen Nan, his voice trembling. After a moment of persistence under the terror of death, he turned and fled with a lack of backbone.
"You think you can get away?"
Chen Nan stood still, his face calm as he stared at the escaping figure.
After a bout of slaughter, his heart was eerily calm at this moment, his spirit as if connected with Heaven and Earth, entering a mysterious state. In his eyes, the fleeing middle-aged man seemed like a live target, filled with flaws all over his body.
"Kill!"
With a thunderous shout, the Slaughter God Seven Steps reached its extreme speed. Chen Nan's figure flickered like lightning, leaving behind an afterimage; in just the span of a breath, he appeared a hundred meters away.
"You... he..."
The middle-aged man, face full of horror, pointed at Chen Nan, but before he could finish his sentence, blood gushed from his mouth.
