The walls of Ding of Barbarian God was glistening. A bunch of people were attacking but the runes of the wall still kept glowing. Nobody could leave a mark on the iron wall.
"Boom~"
The lid lit up again as more thunderbolts continued to converge. Every 20 breaths or so, a thunderbolt would run down. They could track people automatically so there was a person dying every time.
Lu Suan, Ji Mengtian, Yang Xuan and Die Feiyu only brought 14 warriors with them. Those were their most trusted warriors. A moment ago, they were well and alive and now nine of them had been turned into charcoal. Some dead bodies were still giving out smoke and pungent disgusting burnt smells.
As more people were dying, the rest were getting more fearful. They were the best young masters and young ladies of the Central Plains with a promising future ahead. They would grow to be famous big shots. Of course they would not accept dying here.
