Ox-Headed Man
Xue Wei continued to kill indiscriminately. He was ruthless, as he knew that if the tables had been turned, then he would have died miserably.
Not to mention, these lives seemed to be triggering the gate to the Ghost Realm.
The soldiers felt despair. They knew that escape was impossible, but looking at the situation, they could not fight back either. These youngsters were like devils that had climbed out from hell.
They all held sinister and wicked smiles on their lips as they slaughtered them and their comrades; there was no sign of pity or guilt in their eyes. Just how had these youngsters grown up to make them this ruthless and unfeeling?
If they knew what Xue Wei and the others had been through, they might understand it more, but they did not know, and since they were dying, they would never find out either.