In the dead of night by the Han River, the wind and rain were dark and everything was silent. On the Xiangfan segment of the river, rows of people in ragged clothes, with terrified expressions, were being pushed up onto the banks in the heavy rain, only to be beheaded under the cold glinting blades.
As their heads fell, a large amount of blood splattered out, not only staining the river a crimson red, but also causing a large amount of foam to float on the surface of the river.
The bodies of these people were thrown into the water like garbage, triggering frenzied bites from the many aquatic demons in the water.
In the rain curtain beside the river bank, there were still more than five thousand people, their hands tied, kneeling on the muddy ground waiting to be slaughtered. Surrounding them were more than three hundred black-armored, sturdy, big men.
In addition, there was a black-robed Taoist standing alone on a giant rock by the shore, looking coldly at the river.
