Behind Huang Yi, a group of still-shaken people hurriedly looked toward the end of the long street.
At the end of the long street stood about a dozen young men, casually forming silhouettes under the night moon. Their shadows stretched out on the stone slab road, like a group of delinquents.
They had set up a massive siege crossbow between them. The gigantic arrow that had just claimed the lives of a hundred people had been launched from that siege crossbow. At the moment, a few of the young men were working together to load another huge arrow, preparing to fire again.
Huang Yi's gaze locked onto the leading youth of that group. The youth, with a ponytail and handsome features, had a kind of feminine beauty. He was dressed in a red mage robe, holding a ball of fire, apparently a mage class.
