That night, in the central tent of the Qingyang tribe.
As the number of bodies being brought back increased, the Qingyang tribe, which was originally planning a rapid march towards Ji town, had no choice but to halt. Fortunately, camping on site proved effective, as the lone killer who attacked the Qingyang tribe dared not storm the military camp.
However, although the killer showed no intention of breaking in, it was clear he had no intention of leaving either.
It was only midnight, and the edge of the camp had already been attacked twelve times. Each time, the killer would ride in on horseback and kill at random, then gallop away before the army could surround him, leaving behind burning tents and scattered corpses.
The killer seemed to have no other purpose; he wasn't targeting supplies or aiming to assassinate high-ranking officers.
He was just out to kill, as if his only reason for coming was simply to kill.
"Is he mad?"
