There was a strong smell of blood in the air. Broken limbs were scattered all over the ground, looking rather terrifying in the dark night.
Jiang Ming was like an old farmer checking the growth of his crops. He did not find it cumbersome at all. He examined the corpses one by one. When he saw two with weak breathing, he did not hesitate to cut off their heads. After making sure that no one survived, he was completely at ease.
"Maybe someone will climb out of the pile of corpses and come and take revenge on me in a few decades." Jiang Ming chuckled.
However, it did not matter if someone took revenge. Jiang Ming had nothing to do with Zhang Shan after all.
Jiang Ming was relieved. Then, he looked at the corpses on the ground and sighed with emotion.
Who would dare imagine that all the direct descendants of the most powerful force in Great Cloud City would be killed in the wilderness without a trace?
"Alright, let's get down to business!"