In the middle of the aerial mothership Pelican was a space even larger than a football field. It was normally used for various competitive events, or for carnival banquets held by crew members and passengers to shake off the weariness of the journey. Thus, it was called Gladiators' Square.
When Yue Yang and his group arrived, they found that Gladiators' Square was already packed with people.
The dense crowd was crammed together so tightly that not even water could pass through.
There were at least tens of thousands of them.
More than thirty thousand border troops and over five thousand Pelican crew members had been captured by fewer than ten thousand Meteorfall Bandits.
Apart from a small number of elite guards who resisted, fought bitterly, and were captured before being bound and guarded by the Meteorfall Bandits, even more crew members had surrendered to the enemy as easily as sheep. They had not fought fiercely at all, much less fulfilled their duty of repelling the invasion. The uninjured crew members needed no guards. One by one, they voluntarily squatted on the ground with their hands clasped over their heads, quietly awaiting the Meteorfall Bandits' arrangements. They were even more obedient than the merchants, who harbored plenty of resentment but had been forced into cooperation by overwhelming force.
"You dog bandits! If you have any guts, fight me in a gladiator's duel! I'll take on ten of you alone!" In the arena, a towering man bound from head to toe in dozens of chains roared furiously. If dozens of Meteorfall Bandits had not been pulling on him together, he might have broken free through sheer brute strength.
"Heh, a defeated underling. What face do you have left to shout like that?"
Yue Yang noticed a tall, thin man in black, wearing