With the silver moon overhead, more than five thousand ragged Shatuo soldiers emerged one after another outside the Main Stronghold's walls, forming neat ranks under their squad leaders and hundred-man commanders.
After receiving word that the Main Stronghold was under attack, the young men and women near the Wuma Tribe also came galloping in from across the grasslands. Armed with sabers and spears, they rode their fiery steeds in circles around the thousands of unarmed foot soldiers. Had the clan elders not ordered them to stop, they would probably have charged in and cut down these bandits who had dared sneak into their home.
With his back to the silver moon, Ye Jingtang remained atop the cliff to prevent the surrendered soldiers from mutinying and causing further trouble. A dozen Wuma clan elders stood beside him, and once Fan Qinghe confirmed the fighting was over, she brought Hua Qingzhi and Green Pearl over as well.
Seeing Ye Jingtang looking like a man who could withstand ten thousand enemies, Fan Qinghe naturally shared in his glory. Even her posture resembled that of the Tianlang King's Consort.
Hua Qingzhi and Green Pearl, however, were young ladies born and raised in scholarly households. When had they ever witnessed a scene like an Asura hell? Clearly a little frightened, they did not dare look back at the mountain hollow where blood flowed in rivers.
Seeing this, Ye Jingtang stopped striking a pose and turned his head slightly.
"Qinghe, take Miss Hua and the others to rest in the Main Stronghold first."
Fan Qinghe said no more. She turned and gathered Hua Qingzhi and Green Pearl into her arms, preparing to jump straight off the cliff.
Hua Qingzhi hugged Sister Fan's neck and said:
"My father..."
"Don't worry. Niao Niao is watching him. Nothing will