The sound of gunfire ceased; the bullets stopped flying. No other marks, except for a faint chemical odor drifting, could be found in front of the praying hall to prove what had happened here.
The elite soldiers of the private army of the Mo clan had all lost their lives in an instant, devoid of breathing, becoming corpses with a slight warmth.
The corpses lay in the well-hidden places in the sand dunes; it was hard to find them.
Jing Jiu promised the female priest that he would kill as few as possible.
In addition to the two individuals by the distant tree, he only wanted to kill those who attacked him.
He didn't harm the engineers and maintenance personnel in the flying device except that he had destroyed its engine.
The stars in the sky were shining on the praying hall. The stars that were the battleships grew increasingly brighter.