"Do not kill civilians unless they oppose us, but do not allow any legion members to gain freedom," Yan Xiaobao repeated the command as he walked toward the stairs with the others. He didn't hesitate even for a moment as he descended into the darkness below.
Before Deng Wu and the others walked this stretch of stairs, the torches on both sides illuminated this path, but now there was nothing.
Frowning, Yan Xiaobao raised his hand, and a bright fireball appeared in his palm. The fireball lit up everything around them so they could easily see their surroundings.
As he looked at the stairs in front of him, Yan Xiaobao was silent. His nose twitched slightly, and his eyes darkened as he noticed that the bloodstains were dry as they descended the stairs. They could smell the stench of rotting flesh and metallic blood.
"Something is wrong," he said, but there was no need to say it, as everyone had already guessed what had happened.
