However, Wen Ping just glanced in the direction he came from, then withdrew his gaze, focusing on the collapsed city wall.
What caught Wen Ping's attention first was that beneath the rubble, one could still see soldiers crushed to death.
Their legs, turned white by dust, stretched out like dead sticks. Just moments ago, these legs had been pacing on the city wall, defending Cangwu City, protecting its people.
Wen Ping couldn't help but lament in his heart; these Mountain Suppression Realm individuals indeed treated ordinary lives as insignificant.
Couldn't they fight elsewhere?
Simultaneously, he felt a bit distressed, thinking if he could have been a little sooner, perhaps Cangwu City wouldn't have suffered at all. These small yet great soldiers wouldn't have died in vain.
"Uncle Huan, how is the situation?" seeing Huan Cheng approaching, Wen Ping anxiously inquired.
