Having said this, he used a bit of his cultivation and said solemnly, "Bring back these robes who died in battle...!"

A silent salute.

The black-armored monks jumped off the city walls one after another and went outside the city to collect the bodies of those who died in the battle. If there were no corpses, they tried their best to find their identity tokens.

In silence.

The black-armored monks returned to the city one by one and hung up their identity tokens one after another.

The token is very light though.

But their movements were very slow. After all, each token represented a figure as majestic as a mountain.

"elder brother."

"Let's go too."

While muttering softly to himself, the boy with the broken arm also jumped down from the top of the city and hung up the identity tokens of the suicide squad members.

"Wanshen."

"Xingxun."

"Hengkuan."

"Li Zhi."

"Xu Youde."

"..."

The city wall is huge.

It's big enough for everyone's identity tokens to hang there, but there's still a lot of empty space.

The city is very small.

It is so small that even though it is more than ten thousand feet high and endless, it still cannot bear their short but heroic life!

Raise your hand slowly.

Gu Han saluted the identity token that covered half of the city wall.

Daxuan warrior is admirable and admirable!

His virtue is clear and his ambition is fierce!
Chapter completed!