The God of Night's Reward

*Whoosh!*

October Flying Snow flew in an elegant arc, and another insectoid collapsed to the ground. Xia Fei put away the dagger, put away Celestial Moon, and lit a cigarette as he seated himself on the steps of a temple.

These three days—three whole days of slaughter—had turned this virtual planet into a land of blood and tears, and it had lost all of its former vitality.

In truth, there were still many beings that Xia Fei had yet to kill, but he had surprisingly stopped.

"Seven, you've probably lost!" Xia Fei shouted at the sky.

"I haven't!" Seven appeared at Xia Fei's side, looking infuriated.

Xia Fei found it laughable. Glancing at him, he indifferently said, "That's the 999,999,999th one. You said that this planet only had that many inhabitants. I've killed enough, and unless you're deceiving me, one of these must be you."