The Lake Was Set Ablaze, the Flood Dragon Boiled (Five Thousand Words)

"Hm?"

Erguotou had raised an altar that covered the whole city. Its many wondrous effects were worthy of praise—indeed, they could already be called divine techniques, beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Under normal circumstances, it was not necessarily impossible for others to use similar methods. But amid an army formation, such techniques were often scattered by the soldiers' vigor. Even if someone possessed such a method, they would be unable to use it.

But that was the difference between having come into contact with Purple Taisui and not. Those who possessed purple qi wielded techniques of greater weight. Even amid an army formation, they could produce astonishing effects unlike anyone else's.

And the Purple Taisui on Erguotou was far more abundant than most people's.

Yet just as the city gates were breached and the whole army's spirits soared, a streak of blood-red light rose from within the city. It was fierce and sinister, carrying an indescribable eeriness. In an instant, it vanished into the darkness, darting straight toward the Grain Protection Army outside the city.

At that moment, King of Mingzhou Yang Gong was mounted on his horse, raising his treasured saber as he ordered the army to charge into Lake State City.

Although he had been warned that someone in the city was using sorcery to harm people, and had even been told how to counter it, he paid it no heed. He knew only that whether he was within the army formation or not, his men's morale remained exactly the same.

Now Lake State City had been successfully breached, and that streak of blood-red light had arrived.

Yang Gong had plenty of capable people around him, skilled in all manner of techniques. Their purpose was to protect him in the army. But when the blood-red light flashed