The deafening crash of the fireball striking Xifeng City had already roused the entire city—its civilians and soldiers alike.
Countless people jolted awake from their dreams, crying and shouting as they fled outside, dragging children along and carrying the old and the young.
But the streets outside had long since transformed into a sea of fire, and fireballs kept falling from the sky. Where could they escape? Where was there any safe place for them to hide?
The soldiers awakened from sweet dreams—or spring dreams—had been prepared for this. Under the leadership of their squad commanders, they swiftly entered their assigned defensive zones, waiting for the life-and-death slaughter they had long anticipated.
They had no other choice: kill, or be killed.
By the time Qian Du rushed to the City Lord's Mansion, everyone inside had already been awakened.
She had stationed all five thousand Ghost Dance Elites under her command inside and outside the City Lord's Mansion. They were the most loyal and powerful force at her disposal. She had placed them around herself precisely so they could protect Li Mu Yang's family from harm at the critical moment.
Surrounded layer upon layer by the many ghost-faced soldiers, Luo Qi, Li Yan, Lu Tianyu, Li Sinian, Lin Cang Hai, Gongshu Yuan, and Lu Qiji stood at the heart of the encirclement.
When Lu Qiji saw Qian Du return, she nodded at her. Then her figure fluttered upward, and she darted into the sky.
She did not want to see Li Mu Yang fight alone. He should have companions by his side who could lend him a hand.
Before Qian Du returned, she had been the backbone of this group. Now that Qian Du was back, she could leave without worry and go help Li Mu Yang.
Qian Du gazed gratefully