Could you not be any more heartbreaking?
Shen Yanxiao suddenly imagined that in the next two years or so, she would chop off the head of an undead soldier on the battlefield against the Devil race and look down…
Eh? Shile?
He cut down another one and looked again.
Yo! Isn't this that brat Zhanye?
Holy smokes!
It was simply too cruel!
Shen Yanxiao felt stifled just thinking about it.
Although she did not like undeads, she was very concerned about the members of the Flaming Red Squad who had been trained by her. If they really fought each other, in the face of such a group of naughty brats, who had been brainwashed by the Undead Lord for more than two years, should she fight or not?
