Looking at the chaos beneath the city wall, Liu Zhi was completely bewildered. What was going on? Were the Fishmen fighting among themselves?
And this wasn't an ordinary civil war, either. Nearly twenty thousand Broken Blade Fishmen were battling one another right beneath the wall.
Liu Zhi was at a loss. Should he just watch the show from up here, or go down and take out the Broken Blade Fishmen's commander?
Jumping down wouldn't be a problem for him. He could spot the commander at a glance: the Level 7 fellow surrounded by hundreds of Fishmen.
But Liu Zhi had no idea how the situation had come about, so he simply decided to watch from the sidelines.
As he watched, however, he missed something: the blood of the slain Broken Blade Fishmen was slowly seeping into the base of the city wall.
The blood quickly flowed up the wall, eventually forming a blood-red web across its surface.
By the time the web was complete, roughly half the Fishmen had already died. Nearly ten thousand Broken Blade Fishmen lay dead beneath the wall.
The Level 7 fellow surrounded by hundreds of Fishmen suddenly stopped moving. The Fishmen around him grabbed him and hurled him upward.
Then all the Fishmen rushed toward the wall, climbing up with the help of the flesh and blood.
They moved as easily as if they were swimming. In just a few quick motions, they had climbed nearly fifty meters.
The Level 7 fellow who had been thrown up first had already charged onto the battlements.
At that moment, the only ones guarding the wall were the regular defensive troops and Alex's forces.
Most of them were stationed near Liu Zhi and weren't positioned close to the wall.
So when the Fishmen climbed up along the blood