In the corridor of the inn, the blood of the Heavenly Strategy Army soldiers pooled into a small stream, dripping through the cracks of the wooden floorboards below. The droplets hit the floor beneath with a splattering sound, as if rain were falling inside the room.
Once the blood stopped dripping, the inn fell completely silent.
It was akin to the sudden hush after a torrential summer storm, revealing a freshly cleansed and tranquil sky.
Chen Ji leaned against his Whale Blade, standing wearily in the twilight glow; the towering figure of a Heavenly Strategy Army soldier slumped in the shadows, leaning against the wall with an ashen face, panting silently.
He clutched his chest, as if doing so could slow the bleeding.
At this moment, the phrase "winner takes all" manifested vividly, yet Chen Ji, as he gazed upon the bodies strewn across the corridor, found no joy in his heart.
