Ji Shengyue's gaze swept over the severed heads. Her pupils contracted violently, her face a mask of shock and grief.
Her lips trembled slightly. She wanted to say something, but was too stunned to speak.
She recognized every single head. They were the members of the brain trust she had painstakingly cultivated. These people had once been her most capable aides in governing the nation, devising strategies for her. Now, without exception, they had all died at the hands of these Vampires.
Looking at the bloody scene before her, a profound despair welled up in Ji Shengyue's heart.
Her eyes grew vacant and lifeless. Her body trembled slightly, and the color drained from her lips.
In that moment, her heart turned to ash. She understood completely that she no longer had any chance of turning the tables.
The once-glorious Great Jing Empire had gradually declined under her rule, and now it was about to fall completely under the Vampire Clan's control.
