"Dian Frey, 120 people injured, 80 people dead, other losses are still being tallied."
A Guard stood behind Dian Frey reporting the losses of the Death Prison Forbidden Land.
Dian Frey's expression grew darker and darker as he looked out the window, a fierce light flashed in his eyes.
"Damn! Damn! Damn!"
Dian Frey shouted thrice, his tone filled with endless hatred. He would have never expected such a heavy loss in the Death Prison Forbidden Land today.
Fortunately, Ning Fan and the others had already left, otherwise, Dian Frey did not know how he would have coped.
Today's weather was somewhat gloomy, with dense clouds covering the sky, a clap of thunder shook the heavens and earth, and a gentle rain began to slowly fall from the sky.
On the wall, several Guards were handling the bodies, their actions extremely rough, showing no respect for the deceased, simply throwing the bodies down from above.
"Really unfortunate, Dian Frey is going to be furious today."
