"Divide into four teams, attack from four directions, don't let them keep hitting the wall!"
Wu Ming stayed with more than ten people on the south side, directly facing the wall, swinging his knife to kill those still charging at the wall.
With his basic strength of thirty thousand pounds, the ease of killing a group of people no stronger than the Logging Realm was obvious. His long knife struck repeatedly, almost killing one person with each blow, and within moments, he had slaughtered over a dozen people.
The dozen or so people with him were also from the Earth-digging Realm; although they weren't as fast at killing as he was, they were indiscriminate, not caring who approached—whether young or old, man or woman—they swung their butcher's knives right away, slaughtering many in mere moments.
