The collapsed walls still scattered rubble and dust.
Everyone was watching over here.
But Rodney never emerged from the rubble.
*Dead?*
*The strongest warrior on this island, gone in just one strike? Hammered to death?*
*The situation had shifted too quickly, making it almost impossible to accept this reality.*
The transmigrators at the base of the city silently cursed this group of idiotic Sea Tribe soldiers, wondering why they provoked such an enemy.
They then became even more desperate in their frantic charge outward to escape.
Anyone blocking their path would be swarmed and hacked at with a frenzy of blades.
They looked ready to annihilate anything—divinity or demon—that dared stand in their way.
Meanwhile, at both flanks of the city walls,
a few heroic Sea Tribe commanders began regrouping scattered troop units to reinforce the defense.
But at that exact moment—
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
