At two-thirty in the morning, Major Yuan Qing stood atop a pile of rubble outside the military camp, with a mountainous stack of Specter Fiend corpses behind her. The so-called Earth Dragon was a kind of gigantic pangolin, as sturdy as rock.
The soldiers at the scene looked at the massive creature lying outside the camp with utter shock. This was the combat power of the Third Victory Realm, a suffocating sense of oppression, the overwhelming force of absolute power.
Yuan Qing actually quite enjoyed these admiring gazes. She had never experienced being the center of attention like this at home, so she maintained an aura of aloofness as much as possible while moving through the camp.
"Ugh."
The logistics team, handling the Specter Fiend corpses, couldn't help but retch.
Yuan Qing gave them a cold glance, "Useless."
However, when that stench hit her face, she too felt a surge of nausea.
