At those words, Zheng Shan's expression abruptly sharpened.
He had no time to offer the Wang Family any further comfort. Gritting his teeth hard, he turned and strode out of the Courtyard House, racing straight for the city walls.
The moment he stepped onto the ramparts, a skyful of blood stench and earth-shaking battle cries slammed into his face.
Below the city, densely packed refugees rammed against the walls like madmen.
Incense God Cult followers climbed ladders with bloodied weapons in hand, while the private troops of the Three Great Families moved along the flanks, endlessly assaulting weak points.
Arrows fell like rain, and bricks and stones shattered without cease.
Every Panshi Fist Academy disciple was wounded, fighting to the death drenched in blood.
Panting, screams, and the cracking of weapons merged into an apocalyptic roar.
Shi Long was covered in blood, several wounds on his arms deep enough to expose bone, yet he still desperately held back the enemies climbing the walls.
Zheng Ying's clothes were torn. No matter how swift her footwork was, she could not withstand wave after wave of human tides, and her strength had long since been exhausted.
Though Shang Yong's fleshly body was mighty after the Third Blood Change, he too was covered in wounds, his breathing heavy as a broken bellows.
The three of them bitterly upheld the defense line, already pushed to their limits.
Zheng Shan ascended the city wall, unleashing his Transformation Force cultivation in full. His fist wind exploded as he sent several cultists flying with a single punch, roaring himself hoarse:
"Hold the line! Hold the city! Not an inch of ground!"
He personally guarded the most dangerous South City pass, using his strength alone to forcibly stabilize the teetering defense line.
Yet no one had expected that, within