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Slaughter!
A slaughter without the slightest suspense!
Of the three Soul Sages, one was dead, one had fled, and one was gravely wounded. The supervisory team had long since been scattered by the routed soldiers, either turning on them in desperation or being casually crushed by the Chen Family powerhouses.
The remnants of the Bone Excavation Group had completely lost all will to resist. Wailing, trampling one another, they surged madly into the streets deep within the ancient fortress, hating only that their parents had not given them two more legs.
Chen Xiaojun did not continue pursuing those scattered foot soldiers.
He closed his eyes slightly. Red light flowed through the blood grooves on the Netherworld Slaying Sword, and the lingering blood qi, killing intent, poisonous miasma, fear, and other negative energies that filled the air above the battlefield, like weary birds returning to their nests, along with the absorption from the "Harvest" special technique, were greedily drawn into the blade. Through the bloodline grooves, they were rapidly transferred—part nourishing the dormant Black-Red Light Cocoon deep within his sea of consciousness, and part replenishing his own violently depleted spirit power and Mental Power.
His somewhat pale face regained a trace of color at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Chen Xiaojun stood amid the bloody wind and blood rain. The blood-red glow of the Netherworld Slaying Sword slowly withdrew inward, yet the negative energy pervading the battlefield still streamed into the blade thread by thread.
He did not choose to pursue those scattered foot soldiers. His ice-cold gaze swept over the devastated middle-right battlefield.
The battle here was settled. It was time to carry out the originally planned "right hook return" tactic.
"Follow me! Target—the middle route!" Chen