Zuo Li made a pained expression. "Not great."
"After hearing what you said that day, I went back to the base, gathered my people, and came straight here." Thinking of what had happened, Zuo Li couldn't help but fume. "Who would have thought it would be such a coincidence? Chaoyang Base was half a step ahead of us."
"Ningning, all the intel you gave us checked out. This Barbarian Base really lives up to its name—it's a gathering place for psychos."
"You have no idea. When we got here, their leader, the Barbarian, was leading a huge crowd in some kind of bonfire party!" The memory made Zuo Li look like she was about to throw up.
Bonfires blazed as a horde of devils danced in a frenzy.
Strips of meat hung from the roasting racks.
It wasn't pork, lamb, or anything like that. It was the real flesh of the refugees who had drifted here.
Every refugee who sought shelter at the Barbarian Base became a slave.
