"Kill!"
"Those unwilling to starve to death, follow me inside, and grab the food!"
"It's just one life either way..."
"Charge!"
Under the cover of night, it was pitch black.
Once out of the reach of the torchlight, one couldn't see their hand in front of their face.
Only chaotic noises and roars rose and fell, the sounds grew closer and closer, and the frantic shouts made everyone's face turn pale.
Clearly.
There was a riot among the refugees in the city.
And judging by the sounds, it was not just in one place; it seemed to have spread throughout the city.
"Master."
Wu Hai gripped the long saber in his hand tightly and whispered:
"You should hide at the back."
He knew Fang Zheng's power was stronger than his own.
But Fang Zheng was the master, and he was the servant. Since he was paid by the master, naturally, he had to do his utmost to protect his safety at critical moments.
Fang Zheng shook his head lightly:
