The firelight beneath the city gate gradually dimmed, and the air was thick with the scent of blood and the bitterness of medicinal powder.
The Prince of the State Guard collapsed, watching helplessly as his private army and the civilians being held hostage inhaled a heavy dose of muscle-relaxing powder, falling one after another, drained of all strength. He tried his best to grip his sword, but he couldn't even lift a finger.
"You... you people..." His eyes were bloodshot, filled with deep resentment and venom.
Chapter 130