When I slashed a man's chest with an axe, I began to fight back, and the blood on my body soaked through my clothes again, and if I stayed still in this cold corridor for a few more minutes, I was afraid that it would form ice slag.

But this advantage was also short-lived, the disadvantage of the big weapon was that it was not easy to deploy, and when they came to their senses, they swarmed up again, and when my axe fell, and when it was raised again, a bloody hole had been poked out of the arm by the blade.

The pain was so severe that I couldn't hold the weight of the axe, and the moment I dropped it, I lowered my body, picked up a dagger from the ground, and stabbed it directly into the foot of the man who had scratched me.

After he screamed, I snatched the lancet from his hand and stabbed him directly in the heart.

After a night of heavy exercise, the moment my arm bleeds, the feeling of exhaustion also follows, and then I aim for every opportunity to catch my breath.

But I tilted my head to look, they are not much better than me, although in the face of a killer like me who is higher than my own level, so many people still haven't taken advantage of it for a long time, and they can't say anything on face.

When they saw me holding my knees and panting, they began to storm me with resentful eyes, and when I looked left and right, there were only five or six people, but judging from the time I was here, it was only a matter of time before the follow-up personnel gathered.

After spitting a mouthful of blood, I retreated directly to a small house behind me, leaned sideways to the door, and when the first person entered the door to show his head, I grabbed his hair directly, pressed it down, and then slammed it with my knee, and dragged it up, regardless of his nosebleed, directly hit the door frame again, and pushed out of the door.

I continued to emerge quickly, lifted one foot and stepped on the ledge of the hallway, leaped to my feet, and swung my fist into the face of the nearest person.

When I landed, I was kicked in the back again, and the force made me pounce forward, and just at the feet of another person, he raised his foot and stomped down, although my chest was hard, but I still hugged his thigh and twisted down.

As he got down on one knee, I took the opportunity to get up and start pulling his entire thigh behind his back, and with a click, he had a hard time standing up.

But the moment I got up, I was also hit on the knee by a man's cheek, knocking me to the ground again, I leaned against the wall and gasped for a few moments, grabbed the dagger on the ground who didn't know who had fallen, and threw it at the other person.

Regardless of whether I hit or not, I propped myself up again, grabbed the man closest to me and pushed him off the windowsill, and as he fell, I slipped off the knuckles on his hand.

Then he began to pant again, and now his strength was already seriously overdrawn, and before he had time to think about it, another person suddenly appeared beside him, and he took out a dagger and stabbed me in the waist.

However, I was wearing a bulletproof vest inside, and he didn't succeed, and when his eyes came back to his senses, I grabbed a piece of shard from the shattered glass frame and plunged it directly into his throat.

Then he clenched his fist and smashed it on the top of his head.

The people on both sides of the corridor began to emerge scattered again, and I knew that I could now disperse them without running too much, so I glanced at the lighted room upstairs in front of me and strode over.