Chapter 549 King Wucheng Lu Chen

When disaster struck, the mother, wailing in despair, fled outside, trying to lure the monsters away to carve out a slim chance of survival for her young children.

Yet, in the end, neither the wailing, fleeing mother, nor the swaddled infant hidden among the treetop branches...survived.

This inhuman scene, however, was not an isolated incident.

In this chaotic feast of demons and monsters, similar tragedies were all too common.

Husbands who clutched their hoes tightly as they fell, their skulls crushed yet still refusing to release the weapons in their hands, and behind them the ripped and torn bodies of mothers and children, with nothing left but scattered pieces...

Children who hid their heads in rock crevices, bellies gouged open by sharp claws, their stiff bodies wedged into the cracks, yet their stomachs eerily empty of viscera...

The Emperor butchered millions of souls with ease.