Han Mengli saw the corpse of the barbarian-like man, now feeling a little sad that he hadn't even tried to ask him what his name was. There were others that had died too, the previous slaves that numbered in the many hundreds now dwindling to barely above a hundred.
The four beasts that had shown up to end their battle—not that Han Mengli fully trusted one of them was a beast—had belonged to the Blood God, as mentioned by one of the men in their group.
The man swore that there were none others that could command a beast made fully of blood.
They waited for the Blood God to show up, and when he didn't in the next five minutes, Nameless and the others began looting the corpses.
Han Mengli lagged a little, and by that time each one had been stripped bare of any possessions. They moved to the other slave camps, quickly freeing them and explaining the situation.
