At this moment, they felt their eyes grow hot and their noses ache.
Some burst into loud, wailing sobs.
Their numbness had been shattered by a long-lost sense of warmth. They knew that none of this was the fault of this young hero; the true culprits were the people from Wa State across the East Sea.
"You all, go to Dongsheng City."
Zhao Wujiang gazed at Dongji Island not far away, his brow furrowed in anger. With a light tap of his toes, he brushed past the survivors and sprinted toward the island.
He moved with the speed of thunder, transforming into a streak of pitch-black firefly-like light.
Chapter 133