The north wind was like a knife, slicing across the faces of the Pendleton people.
But they couldn't feel the biting cold at all!
In the minds of the Pendleton people, there was only that sentence said by Julius Reed!
In their eyes, only the ground littered with corpses!
Half an hour ago, they were still drinking in the snow, celebrating the eradication of the royal bloodline.
But half an hour later, they were separated by life and death.
These people were all of high rank and power in Pendleton!
Holding various important responsibilities!
The death or injury of half meant that the upper echelons of Pendleton were immediately weakened.
Severely wounded!
If word got out, it would be like a slap in the face to Pendleton, who was on the verge of world domination!
"Julius Reed!" Andrew shouted with red eyes, "How dare you kill my Pendleton people!"
He spun his long spear and thrust it straight at Grace River!
The young princess despairingly closed her eyes.
