"Heave!" With his upper body bare, Gao Zhijian wielded the Giant Halberd at the head of the village, a one-man barrier no army could breach.
Thick veins bulged over his body as the rising blood qi enveloped him like smoke and mist.
His enemies were a group of men and women, old and young, with black cloth draped over their shoulders—if solely judged by their appearances, they would seem like ordinary villagers.
But at this moment, they were incredibly frenzied, clutching various farming tools and charging toward Gao Zhijian without any regard for their lives.
"Don't fear the big guy! Charge!! Alive, we are the people of God Yu'er, and dead, we become the ghosts of God Yu'er! Even after death, we can be reincarnated and become the Emperor!!"
Accompanied by the flash of cold steel, three people in front of Gao Zhijian were instantly cut in half at the waist, their viscera and blood splattering onto the white wall beside them.