The slender figure running for his life did not even dare look back.
Stars above, what had he just seen?!
Blackwood Cannon Beasts were being cut in half one after another, blood spraying several meters into the air.
The sound of corpses crashing heavily onto the ground rang in his ears like demonic music, involuntarily filling his mind with one gruesome, bloody scene after another.
Then, what did he see with his astonishing eyesight?!
After the Udan Spearmen guards threw their spears three times in succession... they were wiped out!
All he could hear were faint screams that abruptly cut off.
From beginning to end, he had not seen who the enemy was, nor whether it had been one person or a squad that attacked that hill.
But one thing was certain: the enemy's strength was unimaginably formidable!
The enemy's methods were equally bizarre beyond imagination!
He could not look anymore... he could not look anymore.
He had a feeling that if he did not flee faster, he would be targeted next.
Basham did not want to die... he still had countless ambitions to fulfill through the Young Clan Leader.
As long as he reported what had happened here to Yi Zewen De, it would be an immense merit.
Huff... huff...
His chest heaved violently like a bellows as Basham's nimble body moved through the dense grass like an agile night cat.
Rustle...
A faint sound entered his ears.
At first, Basham paid it no mind, thinking it was the sound he made while running.
But just one second later, every hair on his body stood on end!
No, that was not his own footsteps at all.
In the instant he considered it, a shadow suddenly flashed past his side.
It was so fast that he would never have noticed