The snow in front of them was suddenly stained with patches of crimson blood, mixed with various human organs, creating a colorful mess on the ground.
The survivors nearby were so frightened that a chill ran up their spines!
Seeing this scene, Jiang Qingyun's face turned ashen, feeling a surge of pressure in his heart.
"Did I take things for granted? I thought using the Ice Dragon Horn for the first time, with my strength, I could handle it easily, but this is beyond my expectation."
"But it's fine, just requires some more sacrifices."
"People are gone, but they can be recruited again."
"After all, there are still hundreds of thousands of people in Area 17, they're all ready-made cannon fodder."
Thinking of this, the solemnity on Jiang Qingyun's face gradually dissipated.
He looked at his subordinates below, who were slowly retreating, and directly pulled the bowstring in his hand, arrows primed and ready to launch.
