As casualties began to mount on both sides, Cheng Zongyang wiped the crimson blood from his face.
His brow furrowed. 'If this slaughter continues, everyone from Golden Bridge Village will die here!'
'Fighting like this, trading life for life, is just stupid.'
"Fall back!"
Cheng Zongyang roared at the crowd.
But the men didn't hear him. They had gone berserk, their minds consumed by a single thought—to kill these drifters.
Seeing this, Cheng Zongyang immediately fell back. His eyes scanned the crowd, and when he saw Li Ming and Chen Dashan working together to cut down the drifters, he rushed over.
"Elder Ming! Uncle Dashan!" Cheng Zongyang grabbed the nearly frenzied men and yelled, "Get our people and fall back! If we keep this up, we'll have no one left!"
Jolted by Cheng Zongyang's shout, the two of them came to their senses.
They quickly looked around and saw that many of their kinsmen had already fallen into pools of blood.
SCHLICK!
