Slaughter was underway.
In that moment, the expansive Qingshi Town echoed with the shrill screams of agony and cries for mercy.
And then, the curses and insults followed.
As the various sounds gradually faded,
the air in Qingshi Town was slowly pervaded by a thick scent of blood.
Bright red blood flowed into the streets,
forming river after river of crimson.
The heavy pressure made it somewhat unbearable, a little hard to catch one's breath.
"What's wrong?"
"Having trouble bearing it?"
At the main entrance of the Luo Family Ancestral Land in Qingshi Town,
Luo Changfeng looked at the young boy Luo Chuan beside him, whose tender little face had turned a bit pale, and he couldn't help but smile slightly.
"Still, still okay..."
Luo Chuan bit his teeth hard and replied in a low voice, his face pale.
"In times of chaos, one must be stead, and harbor no hope for fluke."
"However, this slaughter is not without its benefits."
