When the battle began, in the blink of an eye, two of their mutants were incapacitated, one dead and one seriously wounded. However, this situation has no effect on the other mutants, in fact, they don't care at all.

In their eyes, only Ye Qianhu, a fresh food, existed, and as for the dead companions, it was also food.

Food, a simple word, is pretty much all of these mutants. This deep craving for food is almost in their genes and dominates their minds.

When Ye Qianhu killed among them, all that echoed in his ears was the excited shouts of mutants. They used all methods to attack Ye Qianhu, rudimentary weapons, fists, teeth, this feeling was even crazier than when they were caught in the zombie horde!

Between his left fingers was a piece of iron like a handleless short knife, wiping the throat of a mutant was more like a trivial matter, Ye Qianhu never paused under his feet, and the next moment he knocked down the mutant in front of him with his knee, he had already stepped on it.

Behind him, the weapon that was supposed to stab him in the side only landed where he had stayed a moment ago.

Without looking at his back, he turned sideways slightly, and a mutant who pounced on him had already staggered past him, but at the same time as he staggered by, the piece of iron that was originally between Ye Qianhu's fingers had already pierced deeply from its throat, until a small sharp edge protruded from the back of its neck!

The fingers of his left hand let go, allowing the piece of iron that he had been using as a weapon a moment ago to fall to the ground along with a fresh corpse, and his right hand had once again caught a new piece of iron.

"Click!"

The crisp sound of steel breaking was a little insignificant here and now, and between Ye Qianhu's index finger and middle finger, a piece of iron with a fresh fracture continued to continue the new killing.

However, this piece of sharpened iron still didn't stay in Ye Qianhu for more than a second, because almost the next moment it was broken by its fingers, it had already been sent into the chest of another mutant by Ye Qianhu.

Then, he casually broke a new piece of iron with his fingers again, and when a short spear stabbed towards him, the piece of iron in Ye Qianhu's hand suddenly rose and struck on the side of the short spear.

The attack, which almost engulfed the attacker's whole body strength, was easily opened by this inconspicuous piece of iron. He was even stuck in the groove of the broken spear by a piece of iron, and under the guidance of the new power, he stabbed into the chest of another mutant in an instant!

As if it were their custom, most of the mutants were dressed in such ugly and simple armor, and on them stood more or less iron pieces like knives, which looked majestic. However, now this kind of outfit is just a weapon that can be replaced one by one to Ye Qianhu.

The kind of thing that happened to kill the master with a random punch may have happened, but it will never happen at this moment!

Even if it is a rush of attack, it will be forced to open a gap by Ye Qianhu, the only advantage in numbers, now it seems that it is just some of the luckier mutants who will live a little longer, but they will die after all.

In the brutal battle that has not stopped from the beginning, on the one hand, there is bloodthirsty madness, and on the other hand, there is extreme calmness, between this small square inch, Ye Qianhu and these mutants form a clear contrast.

Words like leisurely strolling are not suitable for this moment, here, there is only chilling killing, one-sided killing!

In less than twenty seconds since the battle began, at least half of the dozen mutants who swarmed up had died.

Without the slightest drag, Ye Qianhu still continued his simple and direct fighting style, and all his actions were for more efficient killing. In fact, in this brutal battle, few mutants had a chance to withstand Ye Qianhu's second attack.

The tragic casualties did not make any of the mutants retreat, blood and death, but instead aroused the bestiality of these monsters, and the madness in their bodies has been shown in a hysterical way!

When Ye Qianhu stabbed a piece of iron into the throat of a mutant again, behind him, a mutant whose left arm was almost twisted into a twist silently lifted a short spear spewing blue flames with his intact right hand, perhaps thinking that he saw an opportunity, but more likely that he didn't think about anything, and the right hand broke the spear and stabbed forward suddenly!

Without looking back, Ye Qianhu seemed to be able to clearly see the attack behind him, and suddenly missed a step to the side under his feet, and the moment he caught a glimpse of the blue flame passing by him, his right hand had already easily grabbed the short spear that missed and then continued to stab forward under the effect of inertia, and then his wrist suddenly flipped to take away control of the short spear.

Then, turning around, his eyes fell on the ugly face of the mutant whose left arm had been twisted off by his own hands, and the short spear in his hand had already been raised with the sound of breaking wind, and it hit the mutant in the face with a blatant blow!

The hard bones of the face shattered like fragile pieces of porcelain, and an already ugly face even showed obvious depressions, and the sound of bones breaking rang out between its necks.

The mutant who was still rushing forward to attack one moment stopped abruptly the next moment, and the huge force on its head caused its entire body to flip up, and then smashed to the ground with its back on the ground. The deformed head hung crookedly from the corpse's torso, and its fragile neck could no longer give it any support!

Without appreciating their own masterpieces, the fighting, or rather, the killing, continues.

After giving the sneak attack mutant a fatal blow, the short spear with warm blood was reversed in Ye Qianhu's hand, avoiding the blood-stained part, and grasping the tail end of the short spear with one hand, letting it draw a beautiful arc in the air, letting the sharpness at the front slash through the throat of a mutant, and once again bringing a touch of dark blood to sprinkle in the air.

The killing journey of this short spear did not end there, after Ye Qianhu took the lives of two mutants in succession, it stabbed into the body of another mutant in a rapid spin.

The short spear that pierced the skin sharply and was spliced together by various objects easily caused an irregular wound to the attacker, and the rotation of Ye Qianhu's wrist when he stabbed out was even more of a wound that expanded the wound, bringing air into the mutant's body by the way.

Of course, even if it didn't have that many additional effects, just the blow that almost pierced its abdomen was enough to take its life.

His right hand was still at the end of the spear, and his feet suddenly accelerated, preventing the battered mutant from falling, and in an instant, crashing into the other mutant behind him.

The back slammed into the side of the passage with a dull thud, and the sharp edge of the short spear pierced through the body of the previous mutant, and then the protruding part re-entered the belly of the latter.

It's just that this kind of damage obviously hasn't killed it.

There was more anger than pain and fear in the strange roar.

Ye Qianhu had no intention of understanding what it wanted to express in its roar, and the short spear was let go, followed by a sudden kick at the end of the tail!

"Sneer!!"

The flesh and blood were replaced by a special sound that pierced the ugly roar, and then, Ye Qianhu's slightly frowning brows stretched, and the corners of his mouth brought a slightly satisfied smile, and finally cleared.