They were all hot-blooded men. Seeing the images of their brothers being killed, no one would be able to accept such a result.
By the time Luo Cheng and the others retured to Truenorth Mountain, the ground was already littered with corpses, and blood still slowly trickled.
Ma Xutao, and Xu Yang were busy cleaning up the battlefield. They were gathering the spatial rings as well as picking out the needles that were stuck in the corpses.
Those were all Ma Xutao's precious treasures that he had to gather back. He had been smart and had long since put his personal spiritual imprint on each of those needles. He cold easily sense their locations within a range of three hundred meters.
Those things took a great deal of bitter work for him to create. Losing just one of them filled him with pain. He always focused on keeping sufficient weapons around.
