The Kyushu soldiers on perimeter guard duty watched everything happening in the camp with horrified eyes, the tragic death of their compatriots instilling bone-deep fear in them. But they dared not say much, for they knew all too well that if the Demon Clan could deal with the Nine Thousand Battalion in this manner, they could do the same to them.
After over three hours of organization, a roaring fire blazed within the camp, the stripped bodies of the Nine Thousand Battalion's soldiers were piled together and collectively cremated.
This was the first time Cheng Ziang and Hu Daoke had witnessed such a scene. Although they had always heard about the brutality of ancient wars, they still involuntarily closed their eyes when faced with so many burning bodies, unable to bear the sight.
"Where is big brother..." Yichuan Ying, covering her eyes with her hands, anxiously searched around for any trace of Yichuan Long.