A breeze blew by, carrying a thick stench of blood. The shattered corpses lay unevenly on the gravel, reminiscent of a Picasso's impressionist painting.
Xie Yundan stepped on a pile of intestines, the slippery sensation under her foot unbearable. She squat down and vomited, which triggered a chain reaction, causing all the newbies to retch.
"Those who didn't get blood on themselves, step forward!" Tang Zheng threw away the stone axe with a broken edge, picked up a few bone knives, and walked among the corpses, "Go, kill those severely injured natives. Those who are already dead, stab them again."
Bai Xia turned around and saw a native woman, about to breathe her last, staring at her venomously like a poisonous snake. She stopped the step she was about to take.
"What are you dazing at!" Tang Zheng kicked Bai Xia's buttocks. The woman staggered a few steps and fell onto the native woman.
The woman, delighted, stretched out her blood-soaked hands, attempting to strangle Bai Xia.
