The continuous heavy rain has finally stopped.
The clouds dispersed at the horizon, revealing a trace of clear light.
Of course, the shadows of the human world will not be easily wiped away.
The stench is a sticky thing, clinging to your nasal passages. Constantly reminding you that something has happened.
Blood snaked across the ground, forming lines.
The corpses scattered everywhere presented a unique scenery.
Everything that was once vibrant and clamorous had now fallen silent.
Yisheng Feng sheathed his sword and stepped away.
Seventeen battles over seven days, nothing but killing and moving.
Although it's said that the True Person of the Seven Kills reached some sort of understanding with the Huai Nation Government House.
However, the assassination orders from the Huai Nation Government House certainly did not mention any restrictions. Anyone could go and kill Yisheng Feng, anyone could receive the reward. Anyone could be sheltered after killing Yisheng Feng.
