Li Kuanglan said helplessly, “Qianye, I asked you to leave some survivors.”

“There.” Qianye pointed at the officer leaning against the wall.

The man was hanging on his last breath and even a bit weaker than an ordinary soldier. Li Kuanglan scanned the officer with her perception and found that his body was in a withered state—his vitality was like a candle in the wind that would be extinguished at any moment.

This state was usually a result of being drained of essence blood by a vampire, but there were no fang marks on the officer’s neck.

Frowning, Li Kuanglan shivered as she recalled the countless bloody threads receding back into Qianye’s body.

Li Kuanglan tapped the officer’s chest, sending a wisp of frost energy into his body. The man gasped in pain, but then he became more spirited and some color returned to his face.

“Where are you from?”

The officer replied with some difficulty, “We’re from Wildwolf Mercenary Corps, mobilized on order of the Tidehark city guard. We’re in charge of sweeping the battlefield and dealing with prisoners after the battle.”

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