Over a thousand Shapudian natives, either carrying torches or flashlights, were advancing along a dirt road.
From above, it looked like a gluttonous snake slithering slowly.
"The Celestial Mountain is ours!"
"Take back what belongs to us!"
The natives shouted various slogans impassionedly.
Someone used enticing words to incite the natives to move forward courageously.
"There are so many of us, the Great Xia people wouldn't dare to do anything to us!"
"The road ahead is damaged, and the Great Xia people's trucks are blocked, this is a very good opportunity."
"The Great Xia people don't have the guts to massacre unarmed civilians, everyone can advance boldly."
Many natives had their eyes shining with sheer greed.
Because for one kilogram of Celestial Shattered Iron, some people offered a staggering price of ten thousand Xia Yuan.
