This moment,
Xu Yuan truly understood the meaning of rivers of blood.
Underfoot was the soft flesh,
Xu Yuan's fist tightened slightly as he turned his eyes to his younger sister in a light blue dress and asked,
"How do you feel?"
Xu Xinyao clenched her fists, breathing with some difficulty:
"I... I just wanted to save them."
The ground was sticky with thick blood, and the scenes of flesh and the pervasive stench of blood constantly assaulted Xu Yuan's senses. He spoke in a low voice,
"Good intentions that cause harm are still harmful actions."
"Mm....."
Xu Xinyao pressed hard on the two wounds on the back of her hand, the piercing pain barely keeping her conscious: "I.. I understand now."
Xu Yuan stepped towards the base of the mound of flesh, saying softly,
