A twisted smile distorted Liu Wenyuan's face as he watched his wolves effortlessly overpower Fuxi Palace's guards. The ravenous beasts stormed through the palace gates, their savage growls echoing through the halls of power.
Liu Wenyuan remained a passive observer, his hands resting comfortably on his hips. He had no need to intervene; the wolves were his instruments of vengeance, his loyal executors of a plan that had been meticulously crafted within the depths of his vengeful heart.
With a morbid fascination, he listened to the sounds that drifted from within the palace – the chilling crunch of bones, the agonizing screams of the Fuxi Palace's residents, and the sickening splatters of blood against the wooden floors. These sounds were the symphony of his revenge, a macabre melody that filled him with a perverse sense of satisfaction.
