In the bedroom, over fifty valiant sons of the Heavenly Wave Army of North Sea lay sprawled in various humiliating positions, their bodies layered with restrictions.
Ye Zhen's eyes were brimming with tears.
A soldier with vacant eyes suddenly noticed Ye Zhen stepping in, his gaze exploding with a shocking brilliance.
"Grand Marshal, you're here!"
"I'm late!" Ye Zhen's lips were lined with bitterness, and he hurried forward, pulling out cloaks to quickly cover the naked bodies of the soldiers.
"It's not late, as long as Grand Marshal is here, it's not late!" said the soldier whose name Ye Zhen couldn't recall, with extra brightness in his eyes, "As long as the Grand Marshal is here, you can avenge us!"
"There's no need for you to wait. I am exacting vengeance for you right now!"
Ye Zhen beckoned, and Shan Wei, who was hysterically screaming in pain from being tortured by Mirage Avatars, was dragged to the bedroom door.
"Good!"
