Overcast skies stretched on without end.
Amid the urgent howling of the wind came the incessant screams of the Human Race.
A thick stench of blood billowed through the air.
It was so dense it could choke someone to death.
Beneath the blades of the savage, crazed Fútiān Army, more and more innocent people fell into pools of blood. Wails, pleas for mercy, denunciations, and curses rose without pause.
Yet the more the Fútiān Army killed, the more vicious they became!
They did not care how many people died, nor who those people were.
They merely vented the brutality in their hearts through slaughter!!
As for Futian—
After personally leading the massacre through two streets, he hesitated.
He hurried toward the few teachers standing in the wilderness beyond the city, only to freeze when he arrived.
Hm?
Why were there only two teachers?
Where had the other two gone?
Futian did not dare ask. Respectfully, he said, "Teachers, the city has fallen, and we have already slaughtered hundreds of thousands. Are we truly to kill every last person?"
It was not that he pitied those people.
He simply felt that so many able-bodied men and women should not die in war.
Killing them all would be far too wasteful. He had intended to recruit the stronger ones into the Fútiān Army, while sending the weaker ones back as slaves to breed future generations.
Moreover, there were many novel things in the city that they had never seen before, along with vast amounts of supplies.
Without people—
How could they transport it all back?
"Leave none alive," Guangchengzi said blandly. True Person Taiyi was equally calm. "Disciple, if I tell you to massacre a city, then do it. Why are you lingering here? Could it be that you cannot even accomplish