Blood flowed like a river along the long street.
The stench of blood mingled with the wind and snow, making all the Yulin Guard Soldiers present feel sick to their stomachs.
They looked at the Great Snow Dragon Riders, who had fallen silent once more, their eyes filled with awe and fear.
This had already exceeded their understanding of what an army could be.
These were no human troops. They were a pack of gods of slaughter.
Zhang Ke stood rooted to the spot, his hands and feet cold, his mind utterly blank.
His prized Yulin Guard had suffered nearly a hundred casualties in that surprise attack just moments ago.
Yet the other side's mysterious cavalry had swept through more than a hundred elite Death Warriors in the space of a single incense stick, leaving themselves completely unharmed.
Such a casualty ratio was simply beyond belief.
Only now did he finally understand why Zhu Zhanjun had dared to act with such confidence.
With a personal guard like this, he could walk all over the capital, let alone a battlefield teeming with thousands upon thousands of soldiers.
"General Zhang, what are you standing there for?"
Zhu Zhanjun's indifferent voice pulled him out of his shock.
"Send men inside to search!"
"Don't leave a single corner unchecked!"
"Yes... yes, Your Highness!"
Zhang Ke jolted, then hurriedly bowed and accepted the order.
He no longer dared to defy him in any way. He immediately ordered his Yulin Guard to rush into the Fengnian Rice Shop, now stained red with blood.
Zhu Zhanjun dismounted and walked slowly into the shop.
Two Great Snow Dragon Rider Guards followed closely behind him.
The inside of the rice shop was a complete mess. Scattered rice sacks and bloodstains covered the floor, and the air was thick with