Feng Chen

In Tianhuang City, in the Chen family, everything was calm and quiet at this moment. The steward, accompanied by the leader, suddenly appeared in a room. A young man dressed in luxurious clothing raised his eyes and looked at the leader, his gaze slightly puzzled, as if he were greatly surprised.

The leader had failed, and he could already tell from the situation.

"It didn't succeed, and most of the battle-hardened warriors have been lost. I'm sorry for not detecting it in time," the steward said apologetically, feeling quite helpless. The formation was still in place, and if the formation hadn't been about to dissipate, he wouldn't have known that so many people had failed.

"After all, he's the God of Slaughter. It's normal for him to fail," Nie Wushuang said, waving his hand, not directing his anger at anyone.