Whether by coincidence or design, the moon, which had been absent until now, chose this very moment to shine brilliantly, illuminating the scene before Ancient Dumu Town as if it were day and allowing many of the common goblins to witness the sight.
It would have been better had the moon remained hidden. Its light dealt a fatal blow to the goblins' morale.
If even Chief Umm, a Silver-tier Extraordinary, reacted this way, how could the other goblins fare any better? Many of them saw the scene before Ancient Dumu Town—a field of mangled corpses, a sight straight out of Hell. The strength fled their legs, and they collapsed to their knees.
Goblins were known for their cunning, but they were still intelligent, thinking beings. Even a demon would recoil from a scene like this.
Chief Umm could even smell the acrid stench of urine, but he was in no mood to dwell on it.
