The Barbarian Tribe's young powerhouse, Kao, was nowhere to be found. However, Xiao Chen and his company stumbled upon a badly wounded and dying Aarod. By the time they found him, he was at death's door.
"I never expected..." he said, forcing a wry smile on his face and looking at Xiao Chen. "I actually died at the hands of the Dugu Sword Demon..." With those last words, Aarod drew his final breath.
This was a bloody night, a night of slaughter driven by fear, a frenzy for survival. It was a night of madness!
Even as dawn broke, the killings still hadn't ceased. Other than the main forces of the several battling factions, almost all alliances in the region had been swept up in this storm. It was a situation of kill or be killed, driving every individual into madness.
