With various clans ganging up on the Celestial Heavenly Store, everyone expected the store's destruction. Unfortunately, the reality was different and that was the case for the Necoris commander, staring at the body of his men, lying lifelessly on the ground.
"Die!" Zennad shouted, fury marring his face.
The thought of losing men never occurred to him. To him, destroying a measly store meant trampling on ants. Dongping City was nothing but a backward place that did not warrant his serious attention.
But who would have expected that he would lose over ten men in such a backward city?
The deaths of his men felt like a dream—one he found hard to believe. When was the last time a human killed his men? He couldn't remember.
The mere sight of him sent shivers down the spines of that weak, spineless race. And yet, here they were.
Humiliated, his rage could drown everyone in the city.
