Accompanied by a series of piercing whistles, more than a dozen massive ballista bolts shot toward Zhu Ying with thunderous force.
Each bolt could easily kill a tiger.
However!
The next moment.
All of those massive bolts missed.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The bolts slammed heavily into the city wall with dull thuds, then fell one after another due to the uneven force, kicking up clouds of dust.
The killing net became a joke.
"Where is he?"
"Where did he go?"
Startled cries rose one after another from the Yuan Army soldiers, filled with confusion and fear.
Just moments ago, they had personally seen the ballistae about to shoot Zhu Ying dead.
Yet in the blink of an eye, Zhu Ying, who had been standing before them, vanished without a trace like a ghost.
As they panicked.
The next second, Zhu Ying flashed almost instantly to where several ballistae stood, like a streak of black lightning.
"Die!"
With a swing of the Seven-Star Saber in Zhu Ying's hand, a dazzling blade light tore through the sky. Wherever it passed, the air seemed to be sliced apart by a sharp edge as blood sprayed everywhere.
"Ah... Ah..."
The dozen or so Yuan soldiers around the ballistae did not even have time to blink before the blade light sliced across their throats.
Blood erupted like raging fountains, splashing across the ground and instantly gathering into shocking pools of red. In an instant, their bodies lost all strength and collapsed into the blood, heads separated from bodies.
"He's here!"
"Kill him!"
The Yuan general's eyes widened in terror, his face full of disbelief.
With a trembling hand, he pointed toward the ballistae and roared himself hoarse. His voice echoed across the battlefield, carrying a trace of despair.
But when the many Yuan soldiers turned