The entire Sand Valley has completely turned into an Asura Slaughter.
Flickering flames distort and amplify the shadows of the frenzied combatants, projecting them onto the sand dunes like a dance of demons.
Gunshots, explosions—the sound of someone detonating a hand grenade in despair.
Also, the clashing of metal, the sound of blades piercing flesh, bones shattering, the wails of the dying, the curses of despair, the fighting over water bottles…
All these sounds merge together to form a mad and bloody symphony, echoing under the cold desert night sky.
The thick stench of blood and gunpowder hangs heavily, resting like lead on the lungs of every survivor.
Song Heping, like a tireless killing machine, charged left and right amidst the chaotic crowd.
The bullets were spent; the Mad Dog Tactical Knife had long turned dark red, with viscous blood dripping continuously from the blade.
