Chapter 2 After the Battle

After the invasion of the One-Eyed Mastiff Clan, Ye Cang commissioned Shahbis to build a defensive wall around the territory to defend against outlaws.

While Ye Cang was recovering from his serious injuries, Feng Lei and Luke were responsible for expanding the territory.

Ye Cang, having only recovered forty percent of his strength, was bored in the territory, acting like a loafer.

"Hmm... so boring... Feng Lei and Luke are gone, and Shahbis is seriously injured and still recuperating in the hot spring."

Suddenly! More than five hundred people surged outside the city wall.

Ye Cang hurried to check...

It turned out to be the leader of the One-Eyed Mastiff Clan from yesterday, who had found this place by following the scent of his clansmen.

"Hand over my people!" The leader of the One-Eyed Mastiff Clan pointed at Ye Cang above the city wall, showing no politeness.

Ye Cang didn't want to cause trouble. After all, with only forty percent of his strength, he had been injured since entering the Depraved Law World. Bandages seemed to be glued to his body, impossible to shake off.

"Um... may I ask your esteemed name, brother?" Ye Cang asked.

"I am the leader of the One-Eyed Mastiffs, my name is Zhan."

"Oh... so you are Mr. Zhan. Your clansmen did come here, but they have left again, so please look elsewhere, Mr. Zhan."

Ye Cang's explanation was very logical.

After all, such a tall sandstone wall was majestic and towering, and the previous hundred or so people could not have stormed in.

Of course, the city wall was built after the battle.

But... how would this leader know what the original outlaw area was like?

The leader of the One-Eyed Mastiffs didn't listen to Ye Cang's explanation at all, and immediately drew the scimitar from his waist.

This act of drawing the knife instantly created a chain reaction.

The hundreds of clansmen behind him also drew their knives along with their leader.

Seeing this, Ye Cang quickly explained, "Don't, don't... Mr. Zhan, your clansmen did come here. But, they've already left... left, understand?"

The Mastiff leader scolded angrily, "You're talking bullsh*t! They are already dead, and you still have their blood on you."

Ye Cang was shocked when he heard this, "Damn! I can't tell... this dog may be a one-eyed dragon, but his nose isn't blind at all, it works very well!"

So... Ye Cang stopped pretending and directly revealed the truth, "That's right... those hundred or so of your clansmen were killed by me. But... I need to explain that they came here to provoke trouble and were annihilated by us."

"Humph! You killed people and still have the nerve to force an explanation here!!!" Zhan Gou scolded.

Immediately, Zhan Gou gave an order, and more than five hundred mastiffs tried to surge up the city wall to kill Ye Cang as soon as possible.

Whoosh! Ye Cang instantly ignited his Domain Reading form and went towards the mastiffs under the city.

Although Ye Cang's injuries were still relatively serious, and his strength had only recovered to forty percent.

But... his years of fighting, his every life-and-death gamble, were like the twilight of dawn, always blooming in the face of adversity.

He was stubborn, admitting defeat but not giving in, his fearless belief in life and death, his fearless aura of the strong, always allowed him to be reborn from death in times of crisis.

This... is the bloodiness and backbone that a man should have.

Rushing into the sea of dogs, Ye Cang relied on his own light flames and the power of the sun attached to the outer edge, making it difficult for the One-Eyed Mastiffs' scimitars to hurt him.

Taking advantage of this, Ye Cang punched one and kicked three.

It seemed that Ye Cang was besieged in the sea of dogs, but in fact, there was no major problem.

On the contrary, Ye Cang was like one person surrounding five hundred one-eyed stray dogs.

The sky was clear and bright, and the mastiffs were miserable and wailing.

The raging flames were like a fleeting moment.

The stars shone brightly at night, and the mist fell on the flowers, expressing a sigh.

The young man was like this, with a broken rhyme.

The young man was like this, a glimpse of amazement, a dazzling sight, a state of decline, the wind, the rain, and everything in between.

Ye Cang, who originally focused on a sure kill with one strike, was now fighting against a hundred enemies, and his attacks were even more deadly, without any hesitation.

In the distance... a Prajna clansman was observing Ye Cang.

He thought, "This kid's strength is not enough to defeat Prajna刹那 (Prajna chana). Could it be... Shahbis and Prajna刹那 (Prajna chana) died together?"

It turned out that the Mastiff Clan had been instigated by this person to provoke Ye Cang's territory for no reason.

This person was nine feet tall, with a head of deep green parrot curly hair. His nose was like a clown in a circus, wearing a clown nose, and a spiked dog collar around his neck.

Wearing white gloves, he only wore a large red vest on his upper body, revealing his strong chest, and his pants were a blue and white striped pattern.

This seemingly alternative person was indeed one of the sixteen generals of Prajna乾达王 (Prajna Gandharva King), named Prajna Trick.

After a while, Prajna Trick confirmed his judgment and whistled.

After hearing Prajna Trick's whistle, the Mastiff Clan retreated one after another.

Seeing the mastiffs retreating for no reason, Ye Cang felt a lot more relieved.

"Haa... haa... haa..."

Ye Cang gasped for breath, while counting the number of dead mastiffs on the battlefield in his mind.

"I've only killed more than a hundred... and my stamina is already running out... If it comes to high-frequency and sustained output, I'm indeed not as good as Feng Lei and Luke..."

After the fierce battle, Ye Cang buried all the dead mastiffs.

Under the yellow earth, the Lanshan Mountains mourned.

The beginning of life is also like the end.

From then on, a season of pale color dyed autumn yellow, and a fleeting glance fell on the mulberry sea.

Turning around, there was no trace of bleakness, only sadness.

The misty melancholy figure swayed, and in the end, a near miss was made, and the mirror eyes felt cold.