Chapter 92

The smell of gunsmoke in the valley gradually dispersed, but the stench of blood still hung heavily in the air, pungent and nauseating. A-Hui stood in place, watching the Wu Clan warriors flee in panic, the triumph in his heart surging like a broken levee, completely out of control. He raised the dagger forged from the wronged souls of the Human Race high above his head. The blade was still stained with the blood of Wu Clan warriors, glittering with an eerie light beneath the dim sky, as if whispering of its bloodshed and evil nature. "Hmph, a bunch of overconfident fools, still trying to fight your grandpa!" A-Hui burst into laughter. His laughter echoed through the empty valley, startling a flock of birds resting on the branches. The birds fluttered their wings and flew away in a panic. At this moment, the dark clouds in the sky also began to slowly scatter. Sunlight spilled across the earth through the gaps in the clouds, breathing a trace of vitality into the valley that had just experienced such a fierce battle. A-Hui put away the dagger, dusted himself off, and began to plot his next move in his mind.