"Something's wrong" hadn't even left their lips when, suddenly, the same sound echoed from above. They immediately sensed something was amiss. Looking up, they saw a shower of cold glints, like a downpour—it was countless arrows!
With a swish, the cold glints fell simultaneously, turning these men into human sieves. Blood and flesh splattered, dyeing the entire mountain path red!
The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.
These people never expected, as they were watching their prey, they themselves also became prey.
At the mountaintop, from the direction where arrows were shot, a few silhouettes slowly appeared. The tallest and most robust among them, who should have been crushed inside the carriage but now stood unscathed, was none other than Duke Sheng, Yu Wenquan.
He looked down coldly at the massacre below without a trace of emotion and asked, "Are there any remnants?"
Beside him was the Deputy General, Dabo.
He replied, "Yes, there are."
