Legus is dead.
His head was stomped into a pulpy mess by Xiao Zheng's foot.
The scattered red and white matter was enough to make even the Blood Clan experts, who lived off blood food, feel nauseous and queasy at the sight. Of course, the predominant emotion among them now was fear.
Fear of Xiao Zheng's power, fear of Xiao Zheng's brutality...
The remaining eight Blood Clan experts were stunned by Xiao Zheng's decisiveness, which was far beyond their expectations. Moreover, contrary to their assumptions, the Ancestor Statue had no influence on the battle.
"What do we do now?"
"Escape?"
"Where to? How?"
"I don't know..."
After ending their brief conversation, the Blood Clan experts were filled with despair. If Legus were still alive, they might have recklessly rushed forward to fight him.
Previously coaxed into joining forces against Xiao Zheng, now they realized they were nothing in Xiao Zheng's eyes.
They exchanged glances and saw tears in each other's eyes.
