As if he were the Master of Ten Thousand Worlds, looking down upon the ground below, with countless brutal corpses, Lin Mo showed an indifferent expression, his eyes utterly void of emotion.
These island country devils had been killed, and to Lin Mo, there would never be a shred of pity.
It was only a short half hour, and Japan's entire army—land, sea, and air—had been annihilated!
The death toll was countless, and should anyone come to Japan's coastline, they would undoubtedly faint at the sight before them.
Miles soaked in blood, bodies piled like mountains, many times more horrific than the saying "For one general's success, thousands of bones turn to dust."
At the same time, news reached the Japan Emperor's ears, and he did not even have time to put on his pants before he rushed outside and bellowed,
"Someone!!"
Immediately, two island country devils ran in, quivering as they asked, "What's wrong, Emperor?"