"This is..." Upon hearing those heartrending cries, even Cheng Ziang struggled to maintain his composure, falling into a state of deep shock.
"Wow, momma, that's damn scary." Hu Daoke was trembling with fright.
Baiyue, while shedding tears, chanted Spells, ensuring the speed of the magic convergence stayed within a stable range. As the magic steadily converged, they heard everything that had occurred back then.
Right where they stood, piercing screams and wails suddenly filled the air—men and women, old people's desperate pleas, children's shrill cries, intertwined with men's harsh reprimands in a language they could not understand.
Although they could not understand, they knew clearly that these men issuing harsh sounds must have been soldiers of the Kyushu Empire back then, and their speech was certainly in the Kyushu language.