The Powerful Humans Descend! (1)

]Chu Zhou was dressed in blood-red clothes and stood atop a mountain of corpses with the Book of Dharma above his head. He looked around, his killing intent boiling.

The Zerg race army, the mechanical army, the Crystal Race army, the Mana Race army, the Origin Race army…

The armies of the various factions charged towards the mountain of corpses where Chu Zhou was like a tide.

Looking down from the sky, the corpse mountain where Chu Zhou was was like a black dot the size of a sesame seed. The dense army was like a vast tide.

Wave after wave of tides washed over a black dot.

That scene was soul-stirring.

The black dot seemed like it would be swallowed up at any moment.

Killing intent surged from Chu Zhou's body as densely packed corpses fell like a rainstorm.

Chu Zhou had already lost count of how many living beings he had killed.

"Tsk!"