Chapter 323: Pillaging

Since they didn't have storage rings or cubes, they could only put everything on their modified vehicles: trucks and Humvees.

The leader, with the scar on his eye, stabbed his spear into one of the Dragaris citizens. His hatred toward them was deep.

He would not allow any survivor, civilian or not; all of them would fall by his hand.

His eyes then locked on the spire, an intense desire starting to grow in his heart. He wanted to destroy it, making sure no more Dragari could come to his world.

One of his comrades then came to his side. Her body was covered with blood. Even though the Dragari had a warrior culture, this didn't mean everyone was strong. Their civilians could still fight or hunt to a certain degree, but against veteran hunters like them, they were no match.

It was just a one-sided massacre. Like what happened many years ago, only the positions were reversed.

"Should we go there, Leader?"