Qin Hong looked in terror at the man beside him making a throat-slitting gesture, and immediately screamed, "You promised me you wouldn't do this to them..."
Before Qin Hong could finish his words, screams of agony continuously echoed from the valley behind.
Those piercing cries struck deep into Qin Hong's heart.
Turning around, he saw black-clad members of the Martial Arts Sect slaughtering the lower-ranked soldiers of Photon City without a hint of hesitation. With a quick slash, those soldiers clutched their slit throats in pain, blood gushing from their mouths. In mere moments, they dropped to their knees, eyes filled with anger, reluctance, and despair.
Eventually, their pupils lost focus, and they collapsed to the ground.
"No, no, you promised me you wouldn't harm them!" Qin Hong, as if mad, charged at the middle-aged man beside him. Unfortunately, the man was a top-tier Martial King, far beyond Qin Hong's capabilities to resist.
