"Hmm?"
Inside and outside the city, the Pan Mountain King had been beheaded. Various generals and commanders were dead, their forces routed, and people died like wild grass. As for the pitifully few people left inside and outside Bull Heart City, or whatever grain remained, it all seemed like they were trapped in a nightmare. During this time, the Grain Searching Team was running all around. Ordinary people were dying indiscriminately or being captured, reduced to states where they seemed neither human nor ghost. It never occurred to them that this nightmare would deepen that very night, nearly beyond everyone's imagination.
The ghost soldiers passed, their weapons cold as ice. Strange skills were on display, and the dead covered the entire battlefield. The resentful ghosts, horrified, could only cover their mouths. Yet Hu Ma appeared exceptionally calm at this moment.
