On the empty corridor of Donglin Avenue full of bloody smell, brothers were sitting there in decadence one by one.

A bloody corpse on the ground looks like a void to them.

Tang Xiaolong was covered in blood, and the bloodstains didn't know if they were on him. He just gasped and looked at the corpse on the ground with a pair of bloody eyes.

The snow-free white clothes over there have been dyed red by blood, and they are sitting beside Chen Qiaozhi, gasping for breath.

Obviously, they were almost exhausted by the war just now.

Situoxiong on this side is there to examine the bodies of his men......