Several flying swords swooped down, piercing through the crowd. In an instant, a great spray of blood stained the air. A member of the Demon Marine Corps, missing an arm, wielded an arc blade in a fierce clash with four Descendant Soldiers. In the end, he was sliced into three sections; his severed head rolled to the side, still screaming, while the hand holding the knife continued to send commands to the hilt, emitting a series of electric arcs.
Death surrounded Wang Mingxue. This wasn't battle; it was a massacre. The Demon Marine Corps could only take advantage of surprise attacks, but they could not hope to fight outnumbered. The situation was even worse for the ordinary soldiers in their heavy equipment; a tank surrounded by six Descendants was set ablaze until blackened, the crew inside firing until their death.
