Slaughter, once unleashed, is like a wild horse freed from its reins, nearly impossible to stop.
Especially for a group of inherently evil prisoners.
Seven thousand slaves lay on the cold ground, forever closing their eyes, yet finding liberation in the end.
The remaining three thousand, with blood-soaked bodies, stopped their mutual slaughter spontaneously, their eyes red like hungry wolves, staring at the hundred Immortal Soldiers.
After endless ages of torment, these slaves, breaking free for the first time, did not aim at Xu Fan but at the Immortal Soldiers who had been whipping them daily.
Faced with this scene, the Immortal Soldiers couldn't laugh anymore; a look of panic flashed across their faces.
They didn't ponder why the situation had transformed this way; at this moment, the hundred Immortal Soldiers were filled and overwhelmed by fury.
A group of slaves before them, a group of lowly slaves, how dare they look at them with such eyes?
Simply unforgivable!
