But in front of this horde of bandits, they had no power to resist!
A small village of twenty to thirty people was massacred in just half an hour.
The original hustle and bustle fell into silence.
In a relatively tidy wooden house, the sound of body slapping against body echoed repeatedly, accompanied by sobbing cries.
A few minutes later, the slapping stopped.
After letting out a low growl, Hall, looking satisfied, pushed away the pale figure in front of him.
Glancing at the young woman crying on the ground, that pale figure no longer sparked any interest in him.
At this moment, he had already entered into a state of sage-like calm.
Standing up, Hall dressed as he walked toward the wooden house's entrance.
Pushing open the wooden door, he saw three men waiting eagerly at the doorway.
Seeing Hall come out, joy immediately filled their faces.
Before they could speak, Hall took the initiative to say, "You guys enjoy yourself!"
