With Lanling's command.
Thousands of Centaur Samurai wielded iron shovels, pushing large swathes of earth into the massive pit, burying countless rebels within.
"Ah... Ah... Ah..."
The rebels, who never knew fear, cried like ghosts, scared and fleeing in panic, either screaming desperately on the spot or trying to climb up desperately.
However...
Nearly six thousand Centaur Samurai surrounded this enormous pit, anyone who climbed up was immediately stomped down, turning directly into a pulp.
"Splat, splat, splat..."
Soil flew quickly, swiftly filling up the entire pit!
On the city wall, the soldiers and citizens of the Flame Demon Tribe trembled internally, their bodies fluctuating between hot and cold.
Chief Lanling, truly a god to us, yet a demon to others.
To the citizens of the Flame Demon Tribe, Chief Lanling offers a home, sustenance, and protection, like a benevolent god.
