In the Blood Hall, the constant sound of women's moans filled the air. The strong men were turned soft by these, constantly fondling the women in their arms. Their eyes were filled with lust.
One could not deny that women were like catalysts to men. The hall that was just brimming with murderous aura was instantly filled with lust. These women were all captured from the Human Tribe that the Turtle Mountain War Division had destroyed. Their families had either been massacred or had been reduced to slaves and thrown into mines.
The five sisters lying in the middle of the hall, their bodies still trickling with blood, were serving the strong men beside them carefully, fearing that any dissatisfaction might lead to their end like the five sisters.