The earth seemed to tremble. In the distance, a black line surged forward like a tidal wave.
Very soon, the people atop the city walls saw clearly: banners fluttered over there, and the Black Dragon Banner flew in the wind.
"The Barbarian King is here! Barbarian warriors fear no death—no one can stop them!" The cheers of the barbarian cavalry rang through the skies. Zhao Jingkun, standing atop the city wall, went pale with fright. "Didn't they say the army led by the Barbarian King wouldn't arrive for several more days? How did they reach Changsheng City today?"
No one answered. Chen Wuwei coughed incessantly outside, his expression extremely grim.
Who said the Barbarian King would arrive in a few days? Changsheng City was surrounded, with barbarian cavalry everywhere. There was no way to gather information. Could it have been Zhao Bahuang? Everyone now knew Zhao Bahuang had only pretended to surrender. What was Zhao Jingkun thinking, trusting Zhao Bahuang's bullshit?
The three hundred thousand troops led by Chi Long Hongyun accelerated forward, launching straight into battle without resting.
The Loyalist Army outside completely collapsed and soon fled without a trace. The barbarian army began to assemble, its momentum growing even fiercer. Cheers, roars, and battle cries seemed ready to overturn the heavens.
"Open the gates!" someone shouted.
"Yang Huairen, you just want to squeeze us out! You deliberately sent us to our deaths so you could get your way!" someone else cursed.
"Your Majesty, kill Yang Huairen, or the Great Jing Kingdom is finished!" someone urged Zhao Jingtai.
Yang Huairen swung his saber. "Fire!"
Arrows from the Demon Suppressing Army whistled down like rain, and cries rose one after another. As the Immortal Sect experts cursed, some began begging Yang Huairen for mercy, hoping to enter the city and