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Four chapters today (2/4).
Slaughter!
A slaughter with no suspense whatsoever!
Of the three Soul Saints, one was dead, one had fled, and one was gravely wounded. The enforcement squad had long since been scattered by the routed troops, killed in retaliation or casually crushed by the Chen Clan's experts.
The Bone-Digging Corps' surviving troops lost every last shred of resistance. Wailing and trampling one another, they surged madly into the streets deep within the Ancient Castle, cursing their parents for not giving them another pair of legs.
Chen Xiaojun did not pursue the scattered rank and file any further.
He closed his eyes slightly. Red light flowed through the blood groove on his Nether Slaughter Sword. The lingering blood energy, killing intent, poison miasma, fear, and other negative energies hanging over the battlefield returned like weary birds to their nest. Together with the absorption of the Harvest special ability, the blade greedily drank them in and rapidly channeled them through the Bloodline Groove. Some nourished the dormant Black-Red Cocoon deep within his Sea of Consciousness, while the rest replenished his severely depleted soul power and mental power.
A trace of color returned to his somewhat pale face at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Chen Xiaojun stood amid the bloody wind and rain. The Nether Slaughter Sword's bloody glow slowly withdrew into the blade, but the negative energies permeating the battlefield continued flowing into it in wispy strands.
He chose not to pursue the scattered rank and file, sweeping his icy gaze over the devastated center-right battlefield.
The fighting here was settled. It was time to execute the planned Right Hook Pivot tactic.
"Follow me! Our target-the center!" Chen Xiaojun's cool, clear voice pierced the din of battle.
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