Thud!
The Jackal Chief Beastman crashed heavily onto the ground while blood gushed endlessly from his severed waist like a broken dam. The crimson liquid spread rapidly through the shattered street, mixing with dust, rubble, and pieces of flesh scattered across the battlefield.
If he had been human, he would have long fainted from the horrifying blood loss.
However, the terrifying vitality of the Beastman race kept him alive stubbornly, forcing him to remain conscious and witness everything unfolding around him.
Silence.
That was the very first thing the Jackal Chief noticed clearly.
The entire town had fallen deathly silent.
The noisy streets that once bustled with movement and voices now resembled a forgotten graveyard buried beneath endless fear.
Most of the people who had watched the battle earlier had already fled far into the distance. Others remained hidden behind ruined buildings and broken windows, too terrified to reveal themselves openly.
