Amid violent shaking, it felt as though explosives had detonated overhead.
They could hear gunfire ringing out continuously in the distance, as if someone were constantly attacking this place. Tremors and roars kept rising from the underground complex.
Huai Shi and Liu Dongli exchanged a glance, thought of that unexplored fork in the road, and sprinted toward the upper level.
When they reached the end of that upward passage, they saw only corpses strewn across the ground.
This seemed to have been where the operators of the entire ritual site gathered. The spacious office had been lavishly decorated, but now the magnificent columns and relief-covered walls were stained with blood.
One corpse after another lay on the floor, bewilderment and despair still lingering on their faces. Some even still wore ingratiating, fawning smiles.
Gunfire continued to ring out deeper inside.
The slaughter was still underway.
When they burst into the inner room, they saw only Wang Hai kneeling behind a desk and begging for mercy, along with the burly figure standing before it.
Beneath the cuffs of its heavy coat were two hands covered in scales.
And a pair of black scimitars.
Blood dripped continuously from their blades, tracing a scarlet path across the floor as it extended step by step toward Wang Hai.
"If you dare kill me, the Lord will never forgive you!"
Backed into a corner, Wang Hai's face was deathly pale. "I am the Lord's spokesman, how dare you! If I die, you'll all pay the price! You will!"
He wildly waved the dagger in his hand, but it was useless. The wielder of the blades advanced step by step, chopping every obstacle before it into pieces as the scimitar shrieked toward Wang Hai's head.
Liu Dongli drew his gun.
Huai Shi had never imagined his