World-Ending Demon Emperor
Chapter 814 - 391: The Undefeated War God, The Death of Yan Mo!_3

Chapter 814: 391: The Undefeated War God, The Death of Yan Mo!_3

His actions completely enraged the Island Master and the cave masters of the Rock Pirates.

Originally, they hadn’t entered with the Island Master of Black Reef Island, but now they couldn’t help but show up, one after another, in a never-ending stream.

However...

From beginning to end, no one could withstand a single move from Yan Mo.

All of them were killed with one strike!

In just a short half quarter of an hour, the corpses of over a dozen Island Masters and cave masters were sprawled in front of Yan Mo.

At this time, Haidei’er sneered in her heart, thinking how ridiculous and outdated their sense of honor was.

Had these dozen Island Masters and cave masters attacked together, Yan Mo might not have been their match. But these people insisted on adhering to tradition, taking turns in combat, and as a result, they all became ghosts under Yan Mo’s blade.

"Who else is there?" Yan Mo’s eyes filled with blood and madness as he roared, "Who else is there?"

Then, he slowly pointed his war blade at the Rock Thief Warriors in front of him.

All the Island Masters and cave masters present were dead, leaving only the common Rock Thief Warriors.

"I..."

"I..."

"I..."

These Rock Thief Warriors suddenly drew their curved knives.

"We are not Island Masters or cave masters. We don’t have the right to depose you, so this is not a challenge to your power, it’s simply for revenge," one Rock Thief Warrior proclaimed. "The dead Island Masters and cave masters include our elders. Among the Rock Pirates abandoned by you and killed in naval battles are our brothers. This is for revenge, so to kill you, we will spare no method!"

"Attack!"

Instantly, more than three hundred Rock Thief Warriors swarmed to besiege Yan Mo.

Yan Mo drew another curved knife, standing with a blade in each hand, unmoving.

"Come on, come..."

After a thunderous roar, Yan Mo began a terrible massacre.

His towering figure, like a mountain, stood firm.

Raising his hand and dropping the blade, raising his hand and dropping the blade...

With his dual blades, he slashed wildly.

Every strike claimed a life.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh..."

Each swipe cleaved the advancing Rock Thief Warriors in half, their blood spraying furiously.

Even against three hundred attackers, none could match him.

But the Rock Thief Warriors behind continued to rush forward relentlessly, like moths to a flame, as if crazily offering themselves up to die.

The entire scene instantly became incredibly bloody and tragic.

Yan Mo stood his ground, engaged in a frenzied slaughter.

Hundreds of Rock Thief Warriors surrounded him, pressing on in an unending stream, marching to their deaths.

In just a short while, Yan Mo was drenched in blood, no longer discernibly human.

Of course, it was the blood of others, not his own.

"Kill, kill, kill..."

As time slipped away,

the encircling ring grew thinner and thinner,

the Rock Thief Warriors attacking him fewer and fewer.

Two quarters of an hour later!

The ground beneath Yan Mo was completely shrouded in fresh blood.

Bodies were piled around him like mountains!

Not a single person was standing in his vicinity!

More than three hundred Rock Thief Warriors, all killed!

Yan Mo alone had slain more than three hundred men.

At this moment, he stood tall with his dual blades, his presence formidable, like the War God himself, and he bellowed out, "Who else?"

The entire palace was dead silent!

"Who else?" Yan Mo roared out again.

Still, silence prevailed.

This scene was truly staggering!

At this moment, Yan Mo indeed seemed like an undefeated War God descended upon the earth, awe-inspiring, making people unable to look directly at him.

In terms of personal combat strength, Yan Mo was truly almost invincible.

After all, a few years ago he had had a fortuitous adventure on a deserted island, where he found the Dragon Mark relic.

In his eyes, apart from the Zhen Yan Princess and a few others, no one in the whole world was his match.

"No more? Hahahaha..." Yan Mo laughed wildly and called out, "Bring the wine!"

Haidei’er respectfully handed the wine to Yan Mo.

Yan Mo drank it all in one gulp, laughing boisterously, "Come, my lady, let us fight another three hundred rounds."

Then...

Suddenly, Yan Mo violently clutched his throat, his face twisted with excruciating pain.

Disbelievingly pointing at his wife Haidei’er, he hoarsely gasped, "You... you poisoned the wine?"

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