Amid the wails of grief, many kindhearted people began to feel they could not bear it. After all, these were companions they had lived alongside day and night—people who had complained together about the base's heavy workload, anticipated Wolf Fang's rise together, chatted nonsense together, and dreamed of the future.
"Chu Han, these people..." Shang Jiudi's weak voice rang out. She knew it was inappropriate to interrupt Chu Han at a time like this, and she also knew he hated anyone meddling while he was handling matters. Yet Shang Jiudi still wanted to pull the demonized Chu Han back. Otherwise, she truly did not dare imagine what would happen next.
Everyone knew about Chu Han's killing. These people could not possibly escape death!
Killing these people in front of everyone would create unimaginable pressure. This was a base, one where most people were survivors, not the Wolf Fang Regiment. Chu Han's methods were far too forceful; extremes would only invite backlash!
But just as Shang Jiudi opened her mouth, before she could utter her words of restraint, Chu Han had already raised the Asura Battle Axe, giving no one any chance to stop him—
Whoosh!
Splurt! Splurt! Splurt!
Black flashes flickered ceaselessly through the air as blood suddenly blossomed across the ground. Heads rolled down like balls, each bearing a pair of eyes that had not yet had time to close.
The stench of death spread in an instant. The blood-spattered ground displayed the cold, hardened heart of a demon king within Chu Han. With the Asura Battle Axe in hand, he slaughtered traitors without the slightest hesitation!
Silence—
The continuously spreading scarlet turned the scene utterly, terrifyingly silent. Before everyone in the base, all fifty heads were present, not one missing, while fifty headless corpses lay on the ground.