They passed through the anchor point and arrived in the Urban Village.
The streets were filled with a deadly silence. People were packed shoulder to shoulder, all holding weapons—mostly a combination of short weapons and small shields.
Yang Long was inspecting his troops. He stopped to help the man in front of him fasten the white sash on his shoulder, then patted him. "Make sure they're all tied tight. When the fighting starts, anyone without a shoulder sash is the enemy!"
"Repeat what I just said."
"Anyone not wearing a shoulder sash is the enemy!" came a low shout from the men around them.
Yang Long nodded in satisfaction.
The low shouts suddenly faltered. Many of the men before him grew restless, their eyes darting to something behind him.
Yang Long realized something and turned around.
Twenty meters behind him, a massive, jet-black dinosaur that blended perfectly with the night was approaching.
