Rumble—!
Rumble—!
The tremendous blasts shook the entire council hall violently. The window frames let out mournful creaks, while the ground shuddered continuously as though struck by a colossal hammer. Unable to keep their footing, everyone staggered and grabbed the nearby tables and chairs to barely steady themselves.
Immediately afterward came the sounds from beyond the city—rocks splintering and collapsing one after another, soldiers crying out in alarm and screaming in agony, and the thunderous roar of artillery exploding skyward—all weaving together into a symphony of despair.
Everyone present trembled. The fighting spirit on their faces froze in an instant, replaced by intense terror and unease. They looked at one another, each seeing the same unbelievable panic in the others' eyes.
"Wh... what's going on? What was that sound?!"
A commander, pale as death, asked in a trembling voice.
"It... it's one of the Blood-Clad Army's strange weapons! They actually still have such a terrifying weapon!"
Another commander recognized that familiar boom and began shaking all over in fright. "Even an army of one hundred and fifty thousand Donghu soldiers couldn't make them use up these weapons? How is that possible?!"
"Wait!"
Someone's expression abruptly changed, as though he had thought of a crucial question. He cried out, "The Blood-Clad Army is outside the inner city right now, attacking us with all they have. Then where are the one hundred and fifty thousand Donghu troops?
Could they really stand by and watch the Blood-Clad Army turn their spears around without trying to stop them?"
The moment those words were spoken, the council hall fell into deathly silence again.
The answer was already on the tip of their tongues. It was simply too horrifying for anyone to dare say aloud.
The Donghu army had likely been completely slaughtered by the Blood-Clad