The setting sun glowed like blood, with a sliver of crimson twilight slicing through the towering walls.
A criminal attempting to stab a knife into Lin Hai's waist had his heart meridian severed with a single fingertip strike. The raised knife dropped to the ground, and the body collapsed with a thud, life snuffed out.
The crowd charging from the left had their necks broken by a single kick from Lin Hai, sent flying, crashing into and toppling over numerous others.
Another group, driven by fear to unleash their ferocity, lunged at Lin Hai, but was slapped to death with a single palm strike.
The sound of bones snapping echoed continuously.
Lin Hai carved a bloody path forward, leaving behind death and destruction, akin to a scythe sweeping through a wheat field, annihilating everything in his wake.
Until the very end, over a hundred savage criminals lay sprawled on the ground.
