The massacre was over quickly. Rivers of blood flowed and bones piled up like mountains. Of the five thousand Celestial Wolf Army soldiers, not one survived.
When Ye Wushuang arrived, he was met with a horrifying sight: human heads impaled on pikes.
Pairs of bloodshot eyes were wide, eyeballs bulging as if in defiance.
"AHH!"
Gazing upon the brutal scene, some of the soldiers who had followed him let out anguished roars to the heavens.
Every man's nails dug into his palms. Many were already in tears. Five thousand men, all decapitated.
Ye Wushuang's brow furrowed as he stared at a blood-red banner in the center of the carnage.
"Five thousand heads, for Ye Wushuang."
The five bloody words written on it made Ye Wushuang's gaze turn utterly glacial.
"Qian Heng, I'll fucking kill you!"
Unable to bear it any longer, some of the Celestial Wolf Army soldiers behind him mounted their Gale Demon Wolves and charged back toward the camp, their eyes filled with killing intent.
