Chapter 326 : The Final Battle (4)
A twisted smile distorted Liu Wenyuan’s face as he watched his wolves effortlessly overpower Fuxi Palace’s guards. The ravenous beasts stormed through the palace gates, their savage growls echoing through the halls of power.
Liu Wenyuan remained a passive observer, his hands resting comfortably on his hips. He had no need to intervene; the wolves were his instruments of vengeance, his loyal executors of a plan that had been meticulously crafted within the depths of his vengeful heart.
With a morbid fascination, he listened to the sounds that drifted from within the palace – the chilling crunch of bones, the agonizing screams of the Fuxi Palace’s residents, and the sickening splatters of blood against the wooden floors. These sounds were the symphony of his revenge, a macabre melody that filled him with a perverse sense of satisfaction.
His spirit companion, a wolf of unmatched ferocity, had been given a specific task – to rip the unborn child off Xie Jianyu’s stomach. Liu Wenyuan yearned to hold the child, to feel its fragile lifeblood seep through his fingers as he exacted his long-awaited revenge.
As the final echoes of terror-stricken screams faded into an eerie silence, Liu Wenyuan’s lips curved into a sinister grin, signaling his triumph over the feeble resistance that Fuxi Palace had mustered in defense of its master. With an air of nonchalant arrogance, he sauntered past the palace gates, his heart pounding with a gruesome anticipation that bordered on madness.
He envisioned a scene of carnage, the courtyard transformed into a macabre tableau of half-eaten human bodies, a testament to his wolves’ ferocity and his own thirst for vengeance. However, the sight that greeted him was far different from the one he had conjured in his twisted imagination.
Instead of a battlefield littered with the remains of his enemies, Liu Wenyuan found the courtyard littered with the lifeless bodies of his own wolves. Their once-proud forms lay sprawled across the verdant green grass, their eyes vacant and reflecting the moon’s pale glow, their fangs forever frozen in a grimace of eternal pain.
Liu Wenyuan drew in a deep breath, the air filling his lungs with a mixture of disbelief and a chilling sense of dread.
A surge of panic seized Liu Wenyuan’s heart. His mind, once consumed by the perverse satisfaction of his anticipated victory, now raced with the desperate need for escape. He spun around, his muscles tensing, ready to flee the courtyard and the ghosts of his failed vengeance.