Yang Li hurried toward the North Gate with Sikong Zhao, while several Golden Armor guards leapfrogging ahead lit sticks of dynamite and hurled them at the swarm of barbarian soldiers in hot pursuit.
The barbarian soldiers who had been blown to death or wounded ahead could no longer give chase, left behind to emit miserable shrieks. Only those who managed to catch up had escaped the brunt of the explosions, and thus they could not comprehend the terrifying divine might of the dynamite.
Explosions echoed continuously throughout the entire encampment. The barbarians wailed to the heavens and beat their chests as severed limbs flew in all directions.
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