Fifteen minutes later, aside from the completely destroyed remains of Jian Zhesi, eight bodies lay quietly on the ground, and an unprecedented silence filled the scene.
Xiao Feng and the others were all wounded, looking rather disheveled, but compared to those lying on the ground never to wake again, their current mess was nothing at all.
"Dong... Dong... Dong..."
The sound of three distant bells faintly rang out, as if coming from the Anping Temple at the foot of the mountain, likely serving as a lights-out signal.
Telling the monks, the time has come, they should go to sleep.
It must be mentioned, the last three people's desperate counterattack before dying was truly fierce, almost overturning Xiao Feng and the others.
"If these guys had been fighting to the death from the start, we might not have ended up like this, right?" the little girl said with lingering fear.
Xiao Feng didn't reply, but he internally agreed with the little girl's perspective.
