Below the bamboo building, the crowd was bustling, with faint noises still audible.
The moment Yuwen Hu finished speaking, the scene froze.
Everyone looked up with mouths agape, and a deathly silence enveloped the area around the bamboo building.
Many had already seen the sorry state in which He Yuanhun returned, so when Yuwen Hu spoke, it confirmed what everyone suspected—it wasn't baseless.
The problem is, suspecting and confirming are two entirely different things.
Even Yuwen Dao's pupils were trembling uncontrollably at the moment.
He could, of course, be certain of tonight's crushing defeat.
Yet, he could only assume that He Meng, He Gang, and the others were likely left in the Great Xia.
But just now, what did Yuwen Hu say?
He Gang, He Meng, and 271 from the Earth-digging Realm all perished.
Before Yuwen Dao could process his shock, the crowd below began to roar in anger one after another.
"Defeated, the Great Xia slaughtered all our people!"
