But at this moment.
These surrendered soldiers had no guts to defy, only to obediently follow orders.
If they obeyed, perhaps there was still a chance to survive; if not, the outcome might be death.
Once all the surrendered soldiers were seated.
Zhao Feng's figure slowly appeared atop the Dianjiang Platform.
"I am Zhao Feng."
"Perhaps many among you have heard my name."
Zhao Feng strode forward, shouting loudly.
Even without displaying his power now, his formidable presence alone was enough to instill fear.
"God of Slaughter Zhao Feng."
"It's actually him."
"We've ended up in the army of this God of Slaughter."
"When did he become Shangjiangjun?"
"How old is he anyway?"
"I remember him—I once served under Shangjiangjun Lian Po. I saw with my own eyes as Lian Po was killed by Zhao Feng. His methods are ruthless, always slaughtering without hesitation. It's rumored he's ordered the massacre of countless surrendered soldiers like us."
"It's over."
