Blood soaked the soil, shattered organs mingling with the muddy fluid as Cang Linzu stood atop the corpses, clutching the neck of the last dying rider, taking a deep breath.
The air was cold, damp, with a stench of decay and silence. More than a dozen torn and shredded bodies lay scattered unevenly around the convoy.
Death came so swiftly that Cang Linzu actually felt a tinge of regret, regretting that he killed far too quickly, not instilling enough fear and despair—yet he also regretted killing too slowly, as all this was already foreshadowed; as a Companion Star of the Heavenly Mandate, he should have gathered this information within the army of Da Chen long ago, but only now did he come to know.
"Hoo..."
Calming down a bit, Cang Linzu looked up, his eyes which were slightly narrowed all the while now glimmered with cold star-like light, meeting the terrified gaze of the rider: "You... "
"What exactly do you plan to do with those children?"
