C1801 The Power of the Head

After the last of the explosions had faded, Bai Yeh retracted his Dead Dragon Sword Qi and stood silently at the top of the stairs. Around him lay a gruesome tableau of blood and gore, resembling the Asura Hell. The logistics department's disciples were mostly reduced to unrecognizable remains, their bodies shattered and faces indiscernible.

Beside Bai Yeh stood a scrawny disciple