The canyon shrouded in the night slowly calmed down again after they left. All the bones of tens of thousands of soldiers who were slaughtered by blood turned into ashes, leaving only tiny gray particles floating in the cold wind. The shrill screams echoed in the valley for a long time and the dark red gravel of the desolate earth stained red by blood swayed slightly twice. The haggard, dry and blood-stained arms slowly stretched out. They were buried survivors. They didn't know how many times they were awakened by the pain or how many times they were unconscious in the pain. They just vaguely remembered that every time they woke up, the gloomy wind blew on their faces, the thousands of crying, killing, and begging for mercy mixed together, like music from the underworld. The scarred body was unable to stand up, and had to struggle to half kneel on the ground, looking into the distance with empty eyes.

These survivors were one of the soldiers who rushed up from the beginning. They fainted too early and avoided the initial blood attack. The blood net that enveloped their heads happened to be broken by Dan Chenzi. Although the soldiers who were stunned at the earliest were basically only slightly injured, the collapse of the rock wall caused by the flame explosion released by Lin Feng later was a disaster for them. Although they were far away from the center of the explosion, only the gravels basically took their lives. Only these few people who were covered by the bodies of other people survived.

The wailing souls mixed in the cold wind in the valley gradually stopped. Just as the valley was about to fall into silence, there were footsteps coming from behind. A red boy lowered his head and walked slowly. It turned out to be Yang Zheng, a newcomer who had just entered this time. Although it was all clothes and broken, it was almost completely blown up than the worn T-shirt and jeans. There were only a few charred strips of cloth hanging on his body. Although the mottled blood and large-scale burns surfaced, the boy suffered a serious injury, but he seemed to not care about these things at all, just walked forward step by step.

At this time, a soldier half-kneeling on the ground, as if he was stimulating when he saw Yang Zheng, shouting hysterically: "It's you! It must be you bandits in the world who must have caused them. If you damn guys weren't provoking them, how could these demons come back to cause trouble for us? The brothers were all dead, and even General Sun was dead! But you damn bandits are still alive. I will kill you to avenge your brothers!" After that, he stood up and rushed towards Yang Zheng.

It can be seen from the dark that he was Liang Xiong, the previous pioneer of the camp. After his roar, the holes in the eyes of the other two soldiers around him were gradually filled with hatred. The body, which was originally so fragile that it could not even stand up, burst out with a force. After a beast-like roar, he picked up a piece of gravel beside him and rushed over.

Facing the soldier who was as powerful as a mad tiger, Yang Zheng still had no reaction at all. He kept his pace slowly moving forward. When the gravel in Liang Xiong's hand was about to hit him, Yang Zheng raised his head slightly and glanced at them with his empty eyes without any emotional fluctuations. In this lifeless silent gaze, it seemed that not only the soldiers in front of him were corpses, but even he was just a corpse that could move. After a few unknown murmurs at the corner of his mouth, Yang Zheng's whole body suddenly fell back straight. After avoiding the gravel that hit on the face, his legs were still tense, and he turned strangely into Liang Xiong out of thin air, stretched out his hands and strangled his throat tightly, and at the same time he raised his left leg and bent his knee to hit his chest. His hands and feet suddenly pushed Liang Xiong backwards.

Because his body was weak, he was already forced to force his strength in anger. At this moment, his throat was strangled and he was suddenly in a daze. Yang Zheng grabbed his head and smashed it on the ground. With a sound of "Peng", Yin's hard gravel instantly broke out from behind his head. Red blood kept flowing out from behind Liang Xiong's head. Yang Zheng did not stop because the other party was breathing more and more, and he was already dying. He grabbed Liang Xiong's head with both hands and raised it and smashed it to the ground. The blood that splashed out gradually dripped on his hands as the impact gradually dripped on his hands.

This scene stimulated the two surviving soldiers who first entered the camp. Seeing that their commander was so cruelly killed in front of him, and even after his death, he was still whipped by the corpse, he fell into a complete fury. Blood burst out in his eyes, making his eyes turn red and his feet rushed over.

When the two of them roared and rushed to Yang Zheng, he was still holding Liang Xiong's head and smashing it to the ground. The mechanical movement without any murderous aura was far more chilling than ordinary murderers. Even if the skull was strong, it could not withstand his slam. The hands, which had long been stained with blood, were covered with sticky brains. Just as the bricks in their hands were about to hit Yang Zheng's head, Yang Zheng, who was originally curled up and stepped on Liang Xiong, suddenly straightened his whole body and rushed out like a spring. However, his hands were stretched back at an incredible angle, in a claw shape, pinching the shoulders of the two people, dragging them to the ground. His elbows turned back and pressed against their throats. The strange movements were filled with a stiff and strange sense of rhythm, and every move was so lifeless.

After their throats were pressed, they even desperately smashed the gravel in their hands at Yang Zheng's arm. The already burned skin was cut by the sharp gravel, and the crushing was even more bloody and fuzzy. However, Yang Zheng had no reaction to their attacks. Not only did he not dodge or avoid, but he didn't even tremble at all, but he just smashed his elbows to the throat. The two people who had already rushed up with the last breath quickly became unable to withstand and turned into cold corpses with measuring tools.

After Yang Zheng, who slowly stood up from the corpses of the two, stood up straight, ignored the sticky blood and brain matter on his hands, and continued to keep his previous pace and slowly left step by step. After Yang Zheng left, there was no trace of life in the valley, only the dark red blood stains on the stones proved that there had been an inhumane bloody massacre here...
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