Zhao Fu watched the fleeing gnollmen, a cold smile appearing on his face. He raised the sword in his hand and unleashed several more enormous arcs of sword light.
Several enormous arcs of sword light, carrying savage power, slashed through the crowd. The huge blood-red sword lights easily cut countless bodies to pieces. The arcs swept past in rapid succession, leaving only mangled corpses strewn across the ground—a gruesomely bloody sight.
Seeing so many people die, the countless others fled in even greater terror in every direction, not daring to linger for even a moment.
Naturally, Zhao Fu did not strike again. He had no interest in wasting time hunting down those fleeing gnollmen. Seeing that all the gnollmen had escaped, Zhao Fu took out the mass of purple blood, sensed its power, and revealed a faint smile.
With a casual wave, he cut the ropes binding the women in the camp, then flew toward the caravan's location with Chai Mi.
As for those women, Zhao Fu had already cut their ropes, and the gnoll camp had everything they could need. They could take whatever they wanted to help them escape. As for what became of them afterward, Zhao Fu did not care in the slightest.
When they returned to the caravan, everyone sensed the heavy bloody aura around Zhao Fu and understood that the gnoll tribe was likely finished.
Zhao Fu retrieved the Dark Token that had been guarding them and released the group of gnollmen from before. He also kept Chai Mi at his side to serve him, and Chai Mi had no objections. Serving a powerful man like Zhao Fu was far better than staying in this godforsaken desert where even birds would not shit.
After making some simple preparations, the group continued onward. Zhao Fu returned