Amidst the continuous mountain ranges, in a certain valley, stood a cluster of structures. Over a dozen campfires were burning, and numerous torches lit up the dark valley.
In the remnants of Kun Sha's camp, more than ten people gathered in the main commander's tent. At the forefront was a dark-faced, tusked fellow, his black visage exuding a Southeast Asian aura. His jaw jutted out, eyes deeply set, yet his gaze was piercing. This man was the Dragon Slayer General, one of Kun Sha's Four Great Killing Generals. With the death of the Face Killing General and Tiger Killing General, the Dragon Slayer General immediately became the leader.
Now, nearly a thousand troops in this valley were temporarily under the command of the Dragon Slayer General.
"Everyone!" The Dragon Slayer General glanced at the crowd and said, "Our food in the valley will only last five days. If we can't come up with a solution, I'm afraid a thousand of our brothers will be starving in five days!"
