652: A Taste of One’s Own Medicine (4)

A Taste of One’s Own Medicine (4)

On this day, battles were frequent throughout the eastern area of the Forsaken Land. The pungent scent of blood diffused into the air as it scattered along with the wind and sprinkled on the land that had been peaceful for thousands of years. 0

Large bodies of red blood stained the earth, adding a touch of splendor to the dry and gloomy land.

Today was an eternal nightmare for some, signifying their bleak future even after the end of their lives. Those butchers of yesterday had turned into lambs to be slaughtered as they got torn apart under the mythical beasts' might.

By the evening, the ten teams had made it back without a single casualty after they ended the lives of thousands of their enemies.

The five jerks along with their mythical beasts had returned in glory, and those self-opinionated killers were merely vulnerable lambs before these genius youngsters.

"How is it? Are you finished on your side?" Near the gates of the city, Tang Nazhi complacently smiled as he looked towards the few comrades of his.

"Of course." Yang Xi shrugged his shoulders. The moment the Azure Dragon appeared, the enemies were instantly massacred.

"It's a pity that there was not even an opportunity for me to lift my fist. The Qilin merely moved its hooves and they turned into a pile of meat." Qi Xia felt rather regretful. He originally thought he could enjoy a good fight, but he did not expect the enemies to be so weak. His mythical beast had not finished warming up before the battle had ended.

"Ha, you guys…" Yan Yu could not help but let out a chuckle.

Li Xiaowei remained silent throughout the conversation and even Orochi who stood beside him had an expression of dissatisfaction. It was as if someone had owed him a few hundred million dollars.

"Bro, why do you look so depressed?" Tang Nazhi slung his arm over Li Xiaowei's shoulder.

"We didn't encounter any enemy today," Li Xiaowei said.

"Ah?" Tang Nazhi blinked blankly. The probability of him not encountering an enemy was too low. The Phoenixes, Vermilion Bird, and Lan Fengli had all returned with the blood of their enemies on their hands but unexpectedly, Li Xiaowei did not meet a single enemy today.

This occurrence only had a probability of 10%, yet he was so unlucky to have it happened to him. What else could Tang Nazhi say?

It was no wonder Orochi's face was so ugly. He originally left with the intention to fill his stomach, so who would have thought that he did not even see a single strand of their hair?

"I wonder how's it going on Xiaoxiao's side." Qi Xia looked at the skies. Nine out of ten teams had returned, so the last remaining team was Shen Yanxiao's team.

"When has that little girl suffered a loss? Since she dared to go, it meant she was a hundred percent confident about taking down her enemies. We can just be at ease." Yang Xi was not worried about Shen Yanxiao in the slightest. Even though her team looked to be the weakest, even Lan Fengli that guy had returned without a single scratch. With her intellect and strength, what could possibly happen to her?

If Yang Xi knew that a certain young girl was in fact a killing god, he would probably not be that optimistic.

The other mining members had left, but the five jerks, the Vermilion Bird, and Lan Fengli were reluctant to leave. They stood on top of the city gates, looking outside of the city, waiting for a certain familiar silhouette to appear.

When the sun had set halfway, a team of members had finally appeared before everyone's line of sight.

From afar, the five of them saw the little girl who was leading the team, and it was that familiar face and that arrogant smile of hers that greeted them.

The Vermilion Bird transformed into a streak of light and dashed towards Shen Yanxiao. He was the only one among everyone who was aware that there was an incredibly powerful soul that resided within her. Even if something did happen to all the nine teams, Shen Yanxiao would never be injured under Xiu's protection.

However, the fact that he was thrown into the other teams by his master made him depressed. Other mythical beasts had all followed their master as they entered the battlefield, but why did his master love to kick him away?

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