Chapitre 138: Dread

The bandit leader's ears rang excruciatingly, his gaze flickered and darkness momentarily engulfed his vision, the metallic, pungent scent of blood assaulted his nostrils, making him stumble in nausea and fear. 

The chaotic battlefield from before was now deathly still, the heart-wrenching screams of the bandits and the soldiers now could not be heard, and only the noise of scraping as well as the mild clinking of armors, the snorts of the horses and some livid chatter remained. 

Even though the atmosphere was mostly silent, there was a sense of eeriness that chilled the bones. In the blue sky radiating with the scorching sun's illumination, Eagles and vultures circled, letting out a screech occasionally.

The bandit leader who was in a completely pitiful and disheveled appearance slightly raised his head gruntingly, feeling his right shoulder throbbing with excruciating pain, his entire body stiff, and his knees entirely numb.