Birth of a Ghostly Fetus

The sun shone directly upon the lifeless bodies, casting its rays upon the gruesome scene.

Ye Siheng, accustomed to such sights, remained unperturbed.

It was not only Liao Shaotian who needed to be dealt with, but also his trusted guards, all of them had to be eliminated.

Within the outskirts of the capital, a massacre unfolded.

It was a struggle for power, but more importantly, a means to protect those dear to oneself.

The morning breeze carried with it the stench of blood.

Ye Siheng was well aware that Liao Shaotian's vulgar words, not only cost him his head, but also his tongue.

It served as a warning to others that anyone who dared to utter obscenities against his people would meet a similar fate.

In the capital city, Xuan Lianzi coughed up a mouthful of blood.

The intricate formation on the sand table had been broken, causing a chaotic whirlwind of sand.

The fresh blood mixed with the sand, creating a macabre blend.