They Really Are Monsters

"Bang, bang, bang...!" As more and more scum soldiers died, fewer and fewer remained around Yueguang Han. The surviving scum soldiers finally found a chance to shoot at him, and gunshots rang out one after another. "Pfft, pfft, pfft..." Several streams of blood sprayed from Yueguang Han's body, and several bullets struck his head as well. However, these attacks were nothing to Yueguang Han. He was completely unaffected. The Katana in his hand continued to swing rapidly, its speed not diminishing in the slightest.