Chương 1561: The Truth Is Always Surprising

When the sunlight of the early morning fell upon the white mists, there were no living enemies left in the swamp.

Only the heavens knew what sort of night it had been and what the tragically unlucky Sunesians had experienced. In any case, when the sun rose, what appeared before the animals was a feast. The blood and bodies were a most sumptuous banquet for the alligators of the swamp, and those impatient vultures had begun circling in the air long before the Skywings had left.

Xia Geng had carried out his promise, and none of the more than ten thousand warriors preparing to attack the White City had survived. The barbarians who had considered themselves professionals at surviving in the swamp had first been overrun by the Skywings, and then they had been picked out of the depths of the swamp and beheaded.