When Wang the General and Chen Shen arrived at Twin Dragon Fort, they found its gates wide open. The scene inside was horrifying.
Bodies lay scattered in every direction, blood stained the ground, and broken weapons littered the fortress, as if bearing witness to a one-sided slaughter.
Wang the General stood there, staring at the carnage before him, and couldn't help drawing a sharp breath.
Ever since the day they wiped out Black Wind Stronghold, he had known that Meng Qingshan's martial skills were astonishing. But he hadn't imagined that Meng Qingshan could sweep through all of Twin Dragon Fort alone in such a short time.
"Could it be that yesterday at Black Wind Stronghold, he still wasn't showing his true strength?" General Wang muttered, a glimmer of disbelief in his eyes.
As cries rang out from within the fortress from time to time, Wang the General led his men through the shattered gates and entered Twin Dragon Fort.
After a brief inspection, they found no signs of life in Round Fort, so they continued deeper into the fortress, toward Square Fort.
The moment they stepped into Square Fort, they saw someone scrambling toward them in a wretched state.
The man was covered in blood, but had no wounds on his body. It seemed the blood belonged to other people.
His face was filled with terror. The moment he saw Wang the General and the others, he cried out as if he'd found a lifeline: "Sir! Help me! Save me—he's not human... He's not human!"
Wang the General furrowed his brows and was about to speak when a Black Figure leaped down from above and reached out with a claw from behind the man.
In the moonlight, everyone saw a sight they would likely never forget for the rest of