The blood-soaked trees along the official road were stained with flesh.
Necks pierced to death, excessive bleeding to death, perishing together in death... whether in rage, terror, or fear, the corpses with various death expressions lay shattered weaponry.
Bang.
Another person couldn't hold the blood from his throat, fell to the ground, the body slowly twitched, then stiffened.
No one paid attention because there were too many corpses lying like this, the Eastern Factory Fanzi struggled to besiege, while the Demon Sect members fought like trapped beasts.
Xue Youge glanced around, hardly finding a complete corpse on the ground, with white bones exposed, guts torn open, the slaughter was so gruesome, these Demon Sect members seemed to be on some drug, crazily making futile resistance.
The West Factory people were getting closer, he was burning with anxiety.
