It was nearing noon.
The scout's report invigorated Gao Wen, Raylo, and the others.
Not far ahead was the camp of the Snake-man Battle Group mentioned in the intelligence reports.
However, as the army slowly approached, everyone's expressions shifted from initial vigilance to shock and disbelief.
The heavily guarded camp, teeming with the shadows of Snake-men they had anticipated, was nowhere to be seen.
In its place was a scene of utter ruin.
The crude tents that should have been there were torn to shreds. The wooden walls were toppled and broken, and shattered weapons were scattered everywhere.
Even more horrifying, the ground was littered with the mangled remains of Snake-men.
The Snake-men had died horribly. Some were severed at the waist, others had their chests and abdomens pierced through by immense Power, and still others looked as if they had been crushed by some kind of Giant Strength, their bones and flesh a bloody pulp.
