The blood on the ground flowed wantonly, pooling into dark red puddles, and the strong stench was nauseating.
Scattered around were mutilated corpses and severed limbs, some heads rolled to the side, with eyes wide open, unyielding even in death.
Some detached hands and feet still clutched tightly onto weapons.
They fought fiercely until their last moment, speaking of the reluctance and struggle in their lives.
In the midst of this bloody chaos, Zhong Renwang, Ding Hong, He Kezhou, and Shan Bing, those cowardly fellows, were already scared out of their wits, tumbling and fleeing in the chaos, disappearing without a trace.
Shan Xue's death was extremely tragic, her eyes wide open, unyielding in death.
Her once charming and beautiful face was now twisted and deformed, filled with endless fear and despair.
Her body was covered in wounds, each one shocking, and her blood had long soaked through her clothes, a striking red.
