The three gods, Sky Martial, stood side by side, watching the flames engulf the city, with screams filling the air. Such means of massacre were beyond them.
"Should we report this?" Zhan Sheng God inquired, as they sought a meeting. The Mistress had already decided to meet, but it could be dangerous. A Dynasty capable of such city-level massacre had already lost its basic moral compass.
Only in extreme circumstances does a massacre occur.
Otherwise, no one would resort to such measures.
These are not outsiders, like the inhumane Barbarous Tribe outsiders.
"Report immediately." Sky Martial God instructed their personal guard to hurry back and report to the Mistress.
"Zhan Sheng, you go back and defend. Po Tian and I will head to the front." Sky Martial God was uneasy about the rear and wanted someone to stay behind to guard.
Zhan Sheng God understood the implication and prepared to return with the personal guard.
