Yan Qing had planned to find some deserted corner and teleport back to the Thieves' Den as soon as he left the secret realm. After all, he had been away for far too long this time and was starting to miss home.
But the bloodlust rushing toward him the moment he stepped out of the secret realm made him narrow his eyes.
Severed limbs.
Fragments of corpses were everywhere.
As mentioned before, the military town had built a fortress around the secret realm's entrance. Dozens of crossbowmen were permanently stationed atop it, and ordinary heralds would never withstand a volley from them. Now, their corpses hung in tatters from the fortress, dark-red blood trickling down the walls like some savage sacrificial altar.
Once he left the fortress, corpses lay all along the road, though there weren't many. After all, people weren't idiots. If they couldn't win, they would certainly run.
When Gai Louxian appeared, the surviving Bai Bao did not come rushing out in wild delight. They had already realized that the Evil Ghost Elite's objective was to exterminate the higher-ups of Pingcheng Military Town. This was a struggle between the emperor and the clans; low-ranking soldiers like them had merely been dragged, confused and unwilling, into a political whirlpool. They stood along the roadside or hid in corners, watching Gai Louxian and Bu Liugu Zhen with numb, fearful eyes.
When they reached the military town's drill ground, Yan Qing held his breath.
Partly because the scene before him was so shocking, and partly because the smell was genuinely unbearable.
Corpses and heads had been piled together, resembling both a jingguan and a bonfire, and were blazing fiercely. The choking smoke from burning flesh, leather, and all sorts of miscellaneous things filled the air.
"After killing over a hundred, cremate