The hunters had suffered heavy losses. Even Old Man Meng no longer dared casually rush over to throw his life away. Although he was a legendary hunter himself, without a Gale Beast, human legs could never outrun a Furious-Eyed Black Dragon of that size. This crafty old bandit leader had no intention of taking such a risk.
Perhaps seeing how badly the hunters had been beaten, Highmountain City soon switched to another instrument. A sound resembling a flute rose into the clouds, and even we could hear it clearly from where we stood. It was an instrument specially made from the stomach pouch of a ferocious beast. Once it began playing, it meant the troops were retreating back into the city. Usually, that was when the city's defensive weapons were brought into play.
Sure enough, the hunters soon retreated hurriedly into the city amid a great commotion.
"Everyone, retreat! Fall back into the city! Hurry! Don't stay outside! The city lord is going to use the Dragon-Slaying Cannon!"
"It's the Dragon-Slaying Cannon! Everyone, retreat!"
"They're finally going to use the Half-Mountain Dragon-Slaying Cannon!"
I looked at Zi Mou and said, "Director Zi, why don't we enter the city too? Given our position, we might get caught in the crossfire."
"That makes sense. Then let's enter the city." Zi Mou hurriedly looked toward Old Man Meng. Old Man Meng glanced at us and said, "I haven't contributed a thing! This old man is too ashamed to enter the city!"
"That's fine too. Since City Lord Meng isn't going, we'll go ourselves. I also hope you can make a contribution soon, City Lord Meng." I spread my hands, wearing an expression that said, Suit yourself.
Everyone looked as if they wanted to laugh but didn't dare. One after another, they followed me