While the cultivators fought outside, the mortals were restless. They did not know whether their defenders fell, won and left the village without telling them, or were still fighting.
"Should we go and check?" Someone asked nervously, feeling helpless about the situation. Most of them had gotten used to the crowded house, but it didn't mean they enjoyed the situation. Some of the injured have passed away by now, and their rotting bodies added another layer of stench.
Many couldn't sleep the whole time, and there was not enough space for lying down without being stomped. None of them hadn't heard or seen a person defecating. The experience was horrible, invasive, inhuman.
"Everyone, I'm going to check the situation outside!"