God that Slices the Battleship Open

The stars in the night sky suddenly grew brighter.

A straight light beam full of destructive intent bore down on the street of the residential area after breaking through the clouds and fog and landed on the iron broadsword.

Whoosh!!!

The shock waves spread, and the smoke and dusts rose slightly.

The bottom of Cao Yuan's pants had ruptured, turning into stripes, and his shoes sunk deep into the ground.

Yet, the pressure of the light was not too great.

It was caused by the pressure of the iron broadsword.

It was due to the heavy weight of the iron broadsword.

It was like a band of water dropped onto a rock when the light landed on the surface of the iron broadsword, countless lights casting in all directions, illuminating the whole street.

The bloody fog had already dissipated. The faces, familiar and unfamiliar, of those who had died in various postures could be seen clearly…