The ground tiled by limestones to the east of the Nine Dragons Bridge was now covered by dried bloodstains, blood puddles, and Shatu corpses that had arrows lodged in them. The pungent stench of blood was mixed with the scent of pine oil, which was splashed on the Shatu corpses or around them.
Wang Jianbei and Yan Liqiang crossed the bridge with the big troop. Wang Jianbei threw a cold glance at the Shatu corpses, then said, "These Shatu people are indeed vile bastards that deserve to die. They really planned to bring disaster to the city and set our homes ablaze. Just this alone is a good reason to condemn them!"
"It seems like those who wanted to rush over to this side were probably the Shatu people in this city who weren't associated with the Dark Razor and Dark Wood Tribes!"
