Watching the chaos ahead, Hill gave a cold laugh. "An Pengfei, come here."
Hill's voice carried a purifying power. An Pengfei, whose mind had been overwhelmed by the bloodlust of the slaughter, came to his senses at once. Realizing that he and his men were fighting inside the Blood Pool, he turned and rushed straight toward Hill.
Most of the several hundred guards in the Blood Pool had gone numb. They followed An Pengfei back almost mechanically.
The few who had been doing little more than going through the motions were slower to react, since they were standing off in a corner.
Standing beside Hill, An Pengfei noticed them too. If his mind hadn't been clouded, how could he have missed such an obvious betrayal?
His expression darkened at once.
It seemed An Minyi really had once been his trusted confidant. Otherwise, a young master of the An Family, long accustomed to the infighting of great clans, would not have let his feelings show so plainly.
Hill patted him on the shoulder and cast a protective spell on him. Then he took out his Magic Book and unleashed a string of purification spells.
The frenzied "Chosen Ones" hissed as the purification spells ate into them, but they still forced their way through the wall of purification Hill had set up.
An Pengfei swiftly stepped forward and struck with his weapon.
After a moment's thought, Hill enchanted their weapons with a layer of purification magic. He left those few men out, of course.
Hill had no liking for traitors.
"Mr. Bolanio, please watch our backs," An Pengfei said quietly.
Hill nodded. It seemed An Pengfei intended to leave the matter for the An Family to handle while showing the other clans the truth of the Mass Grave. Dragonborn might not recognize