"Chapter 598
Jin Wenda's eyes were wide open, filled with incredulity, then in a short time filled with fear.
Some memories were too far gone, he was reluctant to recall, or perhaps, dared not to recall. No one knew in how many deep nights his shut eyes were filled with scenes of mountains of corpses and oceans of blood. One who has not personally experienced it could not understand such fear. After that day, the most steadfast thing in Jin Wenda's heart had been shattered; all that remained of him was a walking corpse.
Even though he was the king of the North Barbarian Tribe now, in reality, he was not too interested in this position. After the initial king of the North Barbarian tribe died, there was no one in the tribe with stature to compete with him, due to some misfortune, he got what he used to long for, but he had already lost his initial interest.
