Chu Han stopped in his tracks. Beneath his feet lay vast stretches of mangled flesh and broken bodies, Abominations and humans piled atop one another, giving off a strange, nauseating stench.
The sea of scarlet stretched into the distance. At its farthest end, where the corpses were most numerous, stood a towering structure. Atop it, a head impaled on a rusted iron pole abruptly entered Chu Han's field of vision.
"Isn't that..." Wang Cai cried out, then hurriedly clamped its mouth shut, staring at the distant sight in horror.
It was Jin Yangbiao!
Though his death had been too brutal for his original appearance to be clearly recognizable, and his body and limbs were gone, those wild facial features and full beard unmistakably belonged to Jin Yangbiao.
Chu Han's eyes turned icy in an instant. That head had been so conspicuously mounted at the highest point, with heaps of corpses beside it. Clearly, these people had fought with everything they had in life, but every last one of them had died alongside their commander on this battlefield!
Stepping over the piled corpses, Chu Han approached and carefully examined the wound beneath Jin Yangbiao's head. It had been twisted off in one brutal motion. The members of the Tianyang Regiment who had died protecting him had also met exceptionally gruesome ends.
Rising to his feet, Chu Han gave the surroundings one final look. The countless human corpses had already reconstructed the scene of what had happened.
The Tianyang Regiment had been wiped out!
Bang!
The massive Asura Battle Axe was hurled down. Its sharp black blade sank into the ground as easily as cutting through tofu, forcibly splitting the surface apart.
Chu Han lowered his head. In the dim light, his expression could not be seen, but beneath the sunlight, his