Massacre, a one-sided massacre. In the blink of an eye, Gama's lair became an inferno of suffering.
Gama felt a chill through his body, a coldness rushing from the soles of his feet to the crown of his head. It was terrifying; the old devil's movements were akin to that of a ruthless ghost.
With a single sweep of his sword, dozens of lives were claimed. Within a few breaths, only a handful of brothers remained in the entire estate.
Gama's heart bled. These were his elite troops, the men who had been with him through hell and heaven, who had fought through blood and death to build their current glory and wealth.
But in the blink of an eye, everything dissipated because of one old man. Gama simply couldn't accept it.
"Ye Ling! I will slaughter you!"
Gama roared wildly, seemingly losing his mind. His wrist flicked, and a curved blade gleaming with cold light appeared in his hand.
