At this moment, Feng Chun's eyes were blood-red, but his gaze was completely vacant, as if he had lost his soul. "Dead. They're all dead. My brothers are all dead," he stated, his eyes lifeless. Lin Kuang watched quietly, not saying a word.
In this world, there was no absolute right or wrong. There were only people belonging to different factions, fighting and struggling for their own side. When caught between two opposing camps, conflict was inevitable. It was a matter of kill or be killed, and no one wanted to die.
To be honest, Lin Kuang had some admiration for the Six Elders of Dark Blood, not for any other reason than the bond they shared as brothers. In this fickle society, such a connection was exceedingly rare. But in the current situation, it was either his life or theirs. Lin Kuang certainly didn't want to die, which meant he had to eliminate them.
