Old Wang's eyes widened as he watched the deck of the Giant Kite turn over. A row of strong soldiers donning Heavy Armors started lining up. The glimmer of their armors was like daylight reflecting onto the river's surface. Even from the distance, onlookers could still feel the heavy pressure.

Their leader pushed up the protective mask of his armor, revealing a face covered with scars.

Old Wang was shocked - this was a strange face; how did he get on board the Giant Kite?

Scarred Man suddenly smiled, then he turned his head towards the sky and howled. His howl was loud enough to pierce through the roar of machinery, resembling that of a wolf. All the other warriors behind him had started to mimic his action. One howl followed after the other like a pack of wolves that had gone hungry throughout winter, greedily revealing their deadly fangs.

Among the crowd of people that came to watch the Giant Kite, someone shouted: "The barbarians!"

These words had poked a hole into the hornet's nest.

The people of the dozens of villages and neighboring cities had all gathered. Men and women, young and old, now resembled a pack of antelopes, running and fleeing in fright, pushing and shoving, stepping over each other.

Even the horses of the guarding officers were continuously whining as the mass of people pushed through them.

Old Wang stepped onto the watchtower, took a long spear hanging from his waist, and raised his hand to break open the 'golden box' at the top of the tower. He knew that the golden box contained the Ziliujin used for lighting. If he had enough good luck and the fire could be properly ignited, the top of the watchtower could be used as an alarm whistle exploding into the sky.

The veteran who had been telling fibs for an entire lifetime successfully stabbed a corner of the golden box, and streams of Ziliujin started pouring out. He shakily took out an ignition tool. As the howling of wolves rang through the sky, a few sparks of fire broke out and were stuffed into the golden box by his old hands.

Half of the Ziliujin in the golden box had leaked out; the remaining half was burnt up immediately after meeting the flame. The ventilator of the lighthouse was blocked. Only a small amount of steam spurted out, appearing as if it was about to explode.

In the next moment, another Baihong arrow blasted into the air and nailed through the chest of Old Wang. His flesh and blood were split apart in an instant. The momentum of the arrow did not stop even slightly, dragging what remained of the old veteran towards the watchtower.

The tower exploded then collapsed from the top. Rubble fell all over. On the ground, the guarding officers and the commoners started to scatter, hurriedly fleeing in all directions.