When Chen Feng and his companions returned, Penglai Island, once a paradise of birdsong and fragrant flowers, was now awash in blood and strewn with corpses.
It was horrific.
Everywhere Chen Feng looked, he saw fragments of Flesh Monsters, including top fighters like Flesh Sun Quan, Flesh Lu Xun, and Flesh Zhou Yu.
Even so, Penglai Island had not fallen.
That was all thanks to two generals drenched in blood.
God Zhao Yun had no fighting power unless he was angry. Without fighting power, he couldn't hold the line. Failing to hold the line made him angry, and once he was angry, he held it.
Mighty Wei Yan had one hundred percent Life Drain. No matter how badly he was hurt, as long as he survived, one killing spree through the monsters restored him to full health. His current blood type was ABORh, a bigger jumble than the alphabet.
Wei Yan wiped the blood from his face. "General Zhao, let's see who kills more."
Zhao Yun was about to speak when he spotted someone in the distance and cried out in delight, "Wenchang, look! Lord Xuande is back!"
These two had actually crushed an army of a hundred thousand flesh soldiers and an all-star lineup of strategists?
Chen Feng couldn't help giving them a thumbs-up. Badass.
But something even more badass followed.
A chubby little boy with a vacant, endearingly goofy expression emerged from behind Zhao Yun. It was Liu Bei's son, Liu Shan.
Zhao Yun panted, "Thanks to your great fortune, my lord, the young master is unharmed!"
Liu Shan declared proudly, "Father, Uncle Zhao, Uncle Yan, and I charged in and out seven times and slaughtered them left and right. I'm perfectly fine."
Wait a second. This plot...
Seeing Liu Bei grab Liu Shan, Chen Feng hurried to