At this moment, the plaza was filled with people—dead people, piled up in heaps. There were simply too many!
As far as the eye could see, there were corpses everywhere! All of them were dead Xiye soldiers!
Blood, shattered bodies, the dark night, and the thick stench of blood formed a miserable scene.
Yet after the battle, the Xiye army that had deployed over ten thousand men had been reduced to barely more than a thousand, and they were still withdrawing at an unhurried pace. There was not much grief on the soldiers' faces either.
This made Miller and Zhou Ke frown even more deeply!
Even if such soldiers had been Ordinary People, they would still have been shocking—and worrying.
At this point, the fireworks in the plaza had stopped, but the smoke they had created was gradually thickening.
Moreover, Miller did not understand because he was European, but Zhou Ke knew very well that fireworks and firecrackers had not existed during the era of Xiye Ancient City. So what exactly had those fireworks in the plaza just now been?
Where had fireworks come from in that era?
If there had been no fireworks, then what exactly were the fireworks he was seeing now?
Just thinking about it gave him a headache. Before he could figure it out, smoke had already flooded the palace entrance, and the surrounding plaza was also shrouded in it, as if the smoke did not want anyone to see anything.
The thousand-odd retreating soldiers gradually withdrew into the dark shadows, and with the smoke in the way, they became even harder to see.
Damn it, what kind of Illusion Realm was this? It was so realistic that he could smell the pungent stench of blood and the gunpowder scent left after battle.
Miller asked the