Chapter 877
Within the canyon, it was a veritable bloodbath.
Huge stones raining from the sky crushed skulls into mincemeat. Sharp rocks, propelled by explosions, harvested lives. Above the canyon, a dust cloud rose, now red from soaking too much blood.
Not long ago, the Rong Clan was desperate to break into the canyon, and now they were just as desperate to escape. Their eyes were nearly blinded, and all they could hear were the hysterical screams of agony. The comrades who had been full of vigor just moments ago were now corpses.
This place was practically a living hell.
Li Xingzai stood on high ground, his gaze fixed on the scene, his eyes betraying a hint of pity.
"Cheng Dalei slaughters without mercy, does he not fear retribution?"
Qi Jiguang stood behind him, speaking in a low voice, "My king, it seems that it is we who are doing the killing."