It is precisely because it is difficult to be a good person that everyone was so moved by Ji Kun's actions.

After resting for a while, led by Ji Kun, the group took the initiative to break through to the south.

Ji Kun seemed to have the potential to be a leader from birth. Under Ji Kun's command, the team of more than two hundred people was well-organized, just like a well-trained army.

They formed a triangular formation and charged towards the surging tide of alien race like an arrow.

And the sharpest tip of this arrow is Ji Kun!

Holding a long sword, he took the lead, displaying a spirit of fearlessness that could conquer a thousand armies.

Inspired by Ji Kun, everyone behind him also exerted their full strength, and they soon collided with the alien races surrounding them.

The battlefield is like a giant millstone, constantly reaping lives, both those of other races and those of humans.

At the forefront of the group, Ji Kunping, Xin Yang, and Bei Yu were like gods of war descending to earth. Ji Kunping held a long sword, like a small sun, and any alien race that approached him would melt away like ice and snow in front of him.

Each time Pingxin's black longsword slashed out, it would create a black, malevolent blade of light, causing the alien race's massive body to crumble and disintegrate before him as easily as cutting melons and vegetables.

Yang Beiyu also exerted all his strength, condensing the power of water in his hands. The high-pressure water blades were even sharper than steel knives, relentlessly reaping the lives of the alien race.

It was a matter of life and death, so no one held back; everyone used their full strength.

Of course, this excludes Joe Yue, who has been secretly collecting corpses all along.

He didn't make any moves, but instead hid in the crowd. Whenever a member of an alien race or a human died, Qiao Suiyue would appear silently and drag the body away.

"Qiao Suinian! How long am I supposed to keep collecting these? What do you need so many corpses for?!" Qiao Suinian shouted in a deep voice.

He had already noticed that many people had taken notice of his strange behavior and were looking at him with suspicion and peculiar eyes. However, there were too many alien races around now, and everyone was busy killing enemies, so no one had time to talk to him.

"Don't rush, this is far from enough. Hurry! There's a two-headed snake corpse over there. That one's pretty strong. Drag it over here!" Qiao Suinian said.

"You son of a bitch! You wait, if you dare to cheat me again this time, I'll never forgive you!" Qiao Suiyue cursed angrily, then dragged the corpse of the two-headed snake over as well.

Ji Kun frowned. He had just killed the two-headed snake. He also noticed Qiao Suiyue's abnormality. This guy didn't fight much at all, he just kept collecting corpses. What was he trying to do?

But Ji Kun didn't have time to pay attention to Qiao Suiyue at the moment, because he also encountered trouble. The high-level alien race in charge of the south had their eyes on him.

This is a humanoid monster. Although it stands on two legs, it has a huge snake head and its body is covered with fine silver-white scales, enough to make people with trypophobia scream.

"The Snake-People!" Ji Kun's face darkened.

He had encountered this kind of alien race before. The snake-man in front of him was not much stronger than Kemp and Cooper, whom he had killed before. But the trouble was that the snake-man was very good at controlling poison!

As the snake-people clashed with Ji Kun, large swaths of poisonous mist spread out.

A fire mage, who boasted of his extraordinary fire magic, wanted to come forward to help Ji Kun. In his view, there was no poison in the world that was not afraid of fire.

However, he forgot one thing: while poison is indeed afraid of fire, his body is equally afraid of poison.

Without realizing it, he accidentally inhaled a mouthful of the snake-people's poisonous mist. His face instantly turned purple, and then his flesh began to fester wildly, as if he had been doused with concentrated sulfuric acid.

He let out a scream, but in just a few breaths, all the flesh and blood on his body rotted and melted away, leaving only a skeleton.

Damn it!

Ji Kun frowned. The poison of the snake people was too terrifying; even he dared not touch it.

This snake-man was well aware that he was no match for Ji Kun. His goal was not to defeat Ji Kun, but simply to hold him off.

"Heh heh, give up. I've already given the signal. Wait a little longer, and the others will be here too. Today, all of you will die! Blame yourselves for even thinking of joining the Tiger Legion!"

The snake-man's cold face was full of mocking smiles.

They're just a bunch of greenhorn recruits who haven't even joined the Tiger Legion yet. It's a joke that they think they can break through their ranks.

"Is that so? Do you really think you can stop me?" Ji Kun coldly raised his sword-like eyes.

The snake-people were startled by what they saw and immediately opened their mouths and spat out a large mouthful of poisonous mist, which enveloped the giant Kun.

Ji Kun raised his sword and slashed hard, splitting the invisible poisonous mist in two!

The longsword continued its momentum, slashing directly at the snake-man. The snake-man let out a shriek and tried his best to defend, but he was still forced to the ground.

The ground instantly cracked open, forming spiderweb-like fissures, demonstrating the immense weight of the sword strike.

The longsword shot into the sky, and Ji Kun thrust it down from above, like a rainbow descending from the heavens, determined to take the life of this snake-man.

"Sword pierces the rainbow!"

With a furious roar, Ji Kun's sword flashed, instantly obliterating the poisonous mist. Both the alien races and humans around him were terrified and quickly moved aside, fearing they would be caught in the crossfire of Ji Kun's sword.

Ping Xin and Yang Beiyu couldn't help but feel a chill as they looked at the sword. They had originally thought that their strength was about the same as Ji Kun's, but now it seemed that they were no match for Ji Kun.

At least when faced with this sword strike, they had absolutely no way to deal with it.

The snake-man was instantly terrified, as he clearly felt the aura of death emanating from that sword strike.

In other words, once this sword falls, there is a 90% chance he will die!

"Wow!"

The snake-man opened its blood-red maw and spat out a mouthful of thick, impenetrable purple poisonous mist. After spitting out this mist, many of the scales on its body turned from silvery-white to grayish-white.

This is his original poison gas; after spitting out such a large amount, it will take him at least several years to recover.

But since their lives were at stake, the snake-people couldn't care less about anything else.

If Ji Kun insists on striking with this sword, then Ji Kun will inevitably be poisoned by it!

"You're too green to kill me!" The snake-man revealed a sinister smile.

But he soon stopped laughing, because he realized that Ji Kun had no intention of stopping at all, but instead plunged headfirst into the primal poison gas he was spewing out!

puff!

The longsword pierced the snake-man's heart with pinpoint accuracy, and his snake-like face was filled with disbelief.

"Impossible! This is impossible! You were poisoned by my primordial poison gas, how could you be completely unharmed?"

"Go ask Yama, the King of Hell, about this problem."

With a flick of Ji Kun's longsword, the snake-man's body was torn to pieces.