Whizz! Whizz!
The pond was already close to the tribe's east wall, and Jifu's actions were also near the east wall.
As soon as his figure was exposed, fire arrows had already fallen from the top of the wall.
Along with the falling fire arrows were burning firearms, emitting a strong smell of greasy oil.
"Wood dipped in beast fat, what a bunch of bumpkins."
Jifu was inherently somewhat afraid of fire, quickly moving to avoid the falling firearms.
Wooden spears, such primitive things, he'd only seen them in tribal records before.
It's laughable, who else but savages would still use wood.
The firewood and mushrooms drying on the rooftops were also set ablaze.
The roaring flames further broke through the darkness.
Amid the layers of firelight, all kinds of roaring and footsteps continuously rang out.
Chaos, chaos is just right.
What kind of defense could the Wild Division have, even being this alert surprised him.
