Jing Menghun continued to chase for half an hour. Eventually a great mountain appeared in his sight. A section of forest spanned across the mountain. Suddenly, his entire body shook. His eyes turned lifeless as he witnessed the scene unfold before him, and his mind went completely blank.
The corpses of the Golden Horse Riders Department experts who he had ordered to guard the North Gate were scattered over the ground.
All 103 people were lying dead on the ground.
It was critical to guard the North Gate to prevent King of Hell Chu from escaping. So, King Level Expert Jing had selected his best men for the task. These men were elites among elites. They were his most-trusted subordinates too. But now they were dead; all of them.
A black figure stood with his hands crossed behind his back besides the corpses.
"Who are you?" Jing Menghun felt as if his heart had been fried in oil. He gave out a loud shout and rushed forward.