Outside the Stone Palace, the sounds of shouting and clashing weapons echoed, interspersed with bursts of firelight.
The weapons of the barbarian soldiers collided, their strength shaking the mountains, various colors of spiritual power surging vividly in the night.
Injured soldiers were continuously carried into the Stone Palace.
At this moment, Elder Bachuan also arrived, organizing people to treat the wounded.
Mo Hua asked Elder Bachuan, "Is it the Bi Fang Tribe?"
Elder Bachuan, calm by nature, nodded and said with resentment:
"Those scoundrels from the Bi Fang Tribe attacked under the cover of night, going mad in their assault on us."
Mo Hua looked at the dark, blue-tinted wounds on the chest of the dead soldier and frowned, "Were all these people killed by Bi Jie?"
Elder Bachuan nodded, "Yes."
"What about Young Master Dan Zhu?"
