Feng Wuyou said indifferently: "These people suddenly become so powerful, they must have forced their physical potential. There is only a little energy in the human body. They overdraw in advance, so they naturally cannot support them after that.

But..." I didn't expect that after a short period of strength, the ending would be so miserable.

It is definitely not easy for these divine guards to form such a physique. I don’t know what method the barbarians choose or create it, and I don’t know how many people die in the process of forming this physique.

Looking at these divine guards, Feng Wuyou always felt a little bad. Seeing that Sergeant Yan Yun had already started cleaning the battlefield, she immediately called Nie Zheng and Cheng Danqing to instruct: "You can clean the battlefield later and let these... these juices

Let's talk about it all the time.

It's best to... let's clean it up for a few days."

"This..." Nie Zheng and Cheng Danqing looked at each other.

Nie Zheng whispered: "Empress, if you wait for a few days, I'm afraid the bodies here will rot."

After rotting, it is even harder to clean, and there is also the possibility of an epidemic.

Feng Wuyou is not a person who has never fought a war. She would not know these common sense, and she didn't know how she would make such suggestions.

But Feng Wuyou didn't care about Nie Zheng's words at all, and just said, "It's okay, if it really rots, just burn the mountain with a torch.
Chapter completed!