"Dead, all dead..."
"Stop it now, everyone's dead."
On the streets, the last dozen players from the Black Slaughter Alliance bewilderedly looked around, only to realize that the surviving players from Tiger Wolf Hall had long since retreated.
And those Embroidered Uniform Guards and even Six Gates members, including the soldiers guarding the city, were all standing at a distance, watching the fight unfold with the detached interest of spectators on a hill.
"Damn it!"
A group of Black Slaughter Alliance players instantly felt a chill of dread and rage, nervously glancing at the Black Wind Village Chief, who had already diverted his attention elsewhere, seemingly too lazy to pursue them for the kill. They were about to escape.
