Chapitre 652: 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.

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.