Blood was all around and the stench of death permeated the hall.
Han Zi Fei and Jun Gu were tied up and unable to move. They could only watch helplessly as the bloody scene played out in front of their very eyes. The youths that they had come to look upon as their own children were repeatedly trying to block the God of Destruction's exit at the cost of their own lives.
How they wished they could break free of those shackles, rush over and bear the suffering instead of them.
Gu Ying looked on with a serious expression, as a spiritual body, he could no longer smell the blood being split. He could only watch Qiao Chu and the others getting gradually soaked with blood and the pools of blood around their feet growing ever larger. As he watched, he felt more and more conflicted.
