The cries of battle beneath the city walls shook the heavens. The black mass of the Three Kingdoms Allied Army swept past like a locust plague, blanketing the sky as it pressed toward the walls. Banners blotted out the sun, while hoofbeats, footsteps, and clashing weapons wove together a prelude to death.
Yan Shuangying stood atop the city wall, his crimson cloak whipping in the fierce wind. His gaze flashed like lightning as he fixed his eyes on the three heavily armored, arrogantly imposing vanguard commanders before the allied formation.
These three were the allied army's vanguard commanders. At that moment, they waved their longsabers and harshly ordered the soldiers to set up ladders and batter down the gates.
"Courting death!"
Yan Shuangying snorted coldly and took an iron-backed bow from the personal guard at his side. He hooked three wolf-fang arrows between his fingers and drew the bowstring into a full moon.
A fierce wind sprang up. His wrist abruptly loosened, and the three arrows shot forth like three streaks of black lightning, ripping through the air with piercing shrieks and accurately punching through the three commanders' throats.
"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"
The three muffled impacts rang out almost simultaneously. The commanders, who had been roaring moments ago, instantly widened their eyes as blood sprayed wildly from their throats and their bodies crumpled to the ground.
The allied army's vanguard immediately fell into unrest. The soldiers looked at one another, and their offensive stalled.
"Archers, fire! Indiscriminate attack!" Yan Shuangying's voice boomed like thunder, echoing across the walls.
In an instant, ten thousand bows fired at once, and arrows poured down like a torrential rainstorm.
The allied soldiers carrying ladders and climbing toward the walls did not even have time to scream before dense arrows pierced their bodies, sending them