Because the thing the Que Ti Camp enjoys most is to slaughter the Eastern Divine Earth warriors who are no longer able to fight.

But today, everything will be completely overturned, and the victims of the torture and murder will become the once arrogant Que Ti Camp.

These wounded soldiers were deliberately brought by Xiao Jiu.

He was the one who understood Ye Boqi best, and the one who knew best what Ye Boqi wanted to do.

Nothing can be more thorough in taking revenge than having your enemy brutally murder you, piece by piece.

Nothing could be a better way for them to completely release the pent-up frustrations they've been suppressing.

Even as their swords tore open their wounds, none of them stopped what they were doing.

Not a single member of the Que Ti Camp was able to die quickly.

Not a single one!

Que Ti stared in utter terror at what he was seeing, feeling a fear he had never experienced before.

Because death was so close to him.

So close that a young man next to him could kill him with a wave of his hand.

But he did not die, and the entire Que Ti Camp was not wiped out.

Just when only three out of the 80,000 men in the Que Ti Camp were still alive, Huang Jiu waved his hand and stopped the massacre.

But the faint words uttered by those words sent a chill down Que Ti's spine, making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

"Let the three of them go back, and tell the scum of the Vermilion Bird Temple that Que Ti is in my hands. If they want to save people, they can come over."

"One more thing to remind you, I will only be staying here for three days. Every other day I will take something off Que Ti."

"If no one comes in three days, I will give him to the wounded soldiers as a gift; they will surely like it very much."

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