If you had not seen it with your own eyes, you could never have imagined what humans were capable of doing to their own kind.
On the long street, several thousand hardened soldiers of the Ghost Dance Legion surrounded Qian Du, Lin Cang Hai, Li Sinian, Lu Tianyu, and the others. The eastern city gate had collapsed. To the south lay City Lord's Mansion, which had already become a vast sea of flames. To the west, the armies of Xifeng Empire had arrived in force, while to the north, the elite troops of Great Wu Kingdom were rushing over.
As the slaughter continued, armies from the other kingdoms also poured through breaches in various parts of the city walls like a surging tide, converging on the battlefield.
More and more people arrived, and the pressure on the Ghost Dance Legion grew heavier.
They were surrounded and slaughtered.
Although the individual strength of the Ghost Dance Legion's soldiers was formidable, when faced with enemies several times, or even more than ten times, their number, they still found themselves hard-pressed.
You hacked off one of my arms, and I chopped away half your head.
You thrust your spear through my stomach, and I bit off your ear in one mouthful.
It was a brutal slaughter, an asura inferno that left people gasping for breath.
Song Tingyun hacked and killed with all his might. Every sword stroke cleaved several elite soldiers of the Ghost Dance Legion in two.
When he unleashed the Song family's hereditary Three Hearts Two Minds Sword Art, almost no one in the Ghost Dance Legion could stand against him.
His face was stern, his eyes fixed on the heart of the battle.
Ying Qian Du was there. The little princess of Peacock Dynasty was there.
He had to kill