The square was riddled with craters, a giant divine statue had already collapsed, shattered into a pile of rubble.
A patrol of five barbarians spoke in their language as they walked, and apart from them, there were no pedestrians on the road.
Chen Shouyi's figure moved like a specter, hiding behind a heap of garbage at the corner.
"I heard the Leiba Warrior is dead too."
"What, that's one of the tribe's powerful Beast Soul Warriors!"
"It's the human infidel army's 'bomb' that did it!"
"These damned lowly races, only worthy of being slaves, should all be captured for blood sacrifices, offering their sinful souls to the great God of Hunting," a tall young barbarian said agitatedly.
"Quiet down, the Chief Priest presiding over this parish is human; do you want to taste the punishment of flaying and pulling tendons?" a barbarian, clearly the team captain, advised: "Moreover, it's the will of the master."
