Chapter 678 — The Wounded Divine General
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 5 of 5
He rose to his feet, his body stained with blood, and suddenly, like a wounded old wolf, let out a grief-stricken howl at the heavens. "Ah—ah—ah—" His three faces twisted hideously.
Heart-rending howls came from him—at first short and sharp, as though his strength had left him, then longer and longer, more and more agonized.
The scene was almost identical to when Shen Mu, drifting through Youdu in a paper boat, had seen the Demon King Dutian standing atop the ruins of a destroyed world, uttering despairing screams—cries filled with trauma and helplessness.