"Bang!"

the dull and heavy sound, the sound of the wooden board hitting the ground, the depressing sound in ordinary times, at this moment, this second, but over the countless voices of people, countless footsteps, sounds extremely pleasant, extremely attractive, extremely shocking!

"go!"

as soon as the drawbridge was pressed against the other side of the moat, one of the caravan of Shang Muran was sharp, yet magnificent, loud, full of prestige, full of the command voice of evil spirit.

this voice contains internal power, subdues the surging cry and kill, and swarms of soldiers. It's more and more pressing. It's spread to these garrison forces that have been surrounded...