The misty rain shrouded everything, and the streets extending around the main road of the Outer City were already completely soaked in blood. The striking red allowed people on the towering Execution Stage to see clearly.
The rain hit their desperate faces, those who were brought up on the Execution Stage were mostly top-level figures from the Three Great Palaces, kneeling there with the shame of defeat. Looking forward meant facing the gloomy curtain of rain, and looking up, even more daunting, was the sharp Execution Axe hanging overhead; they had already given up all hope.
However, when they gazed at those three men from this angle, watching them march down the Main Street of the Outer City, facing tens of thousands of troops without any hesitation, painting the main street and its surroundings a bloody red, the shock in their hearts rippled out wave after wave!
