Xiao Yan had actually intended to come straight over and hurl the Wind Fury Dragon Flame at them, but his reason had made him count down from ten.
He had given them a chance, but they had failed to cherish it. They could hardly blame him for being ruthless, especially when they had started the conflict in the first place.
Had they been stronger than him, Xiao Yan did not believe they would have shown him any mercy.
"Any of you still alive, crawl back and tell your master to wash his neck and wait for me. In three days, I'll come take his mongrel head!"
After leaving those words behind, Xiao Yan departed. Where the Storm Mercenary Group's headquarters had once stood, there was now only a crater dozens of meters deep!
After returning to the Desert Iron Mercenary Group, Xiao Yan helped assess the casualties and treat the wounded.
The Desert Iron Mercenary Group had lost thirty-two people in this battle, and practically everyone who survived had suffered some degree of injury.
Fortunately, both his eldest and second brothers were still alive. Earlier, his eldest brother had been operating alongside Third Group Leader Luo Bu. As a Three-Star Da Dou Shi, Luo Bu was the toughest bone to crack in the entire Desert Iron Mercenary Group, and Xiao Ding, who had been with him, had suffered only minor injuries.
"Honestly, we all imagined dying from the very first day we became mercenaries. We just never expected that, instead of dying at the hands of Magical Beasts or the Snake-People, we'd die at the hands of humans."
Looking at the thirty-odd graves within the mercenary group's grounds, Xiao Ding could not help voicing his feelings.
Xiao Yan had at least some memory of all these brothers. He had shared