Severed limbs, splintered wood, dissipating smoke... a scene of utter disarray met the eye.
The ground appeared as if it had been plowed, uneven and filled with pits, which were also packed with mud, one Barbarian King tomb had already collapsed.
The clay pot used for human sacrifices had been shattered by a cannonball, and blood and severed limbs were strewn across the ground, unsettling even the garrison soldiers who felt nauseous at the sight.
A few elders stood in front of the Barbarian King's tomb, indifferent to the ghastly surroundings, their gazes fixed on a large thieves' hole.
Soon, a monk covered in mud emerged from the hole, disregarding his appearance, he pressed his palms together and said, "Report to the elder, they have escaped."
Upon hearing this, the faces of the elders turned grim.
