Jiang Changyong, the defending general of the Outer Tower realm, died in an instant. The token to activate the city-protecting grand formation was within reach at his waist, but he would never touch it again.
The great ballistae defending the city remained perfectly intact. However tightly their strings had been drawn, they were now loosened again.
The black nightmare ash jars that could extinguish Dao Essence, the red fire oil jars that could burn blood and qi... all the costly city-defense War Machines remained untouched.
Under Chongxuan Sheng's command, Victory Camp swiftly seized every vital point in the city. Before the city's defensive system could react, they had already completed its de facto occupation.
Liu Dayong's feelings were difficult to describe.
He was not even angry—before he had the chance to become angry, everything was already over.
He watched the Qi Army sweep through the entire city like rotten wood before a crushing force, moving about as freely as if they were its true masters!
He watched Ximing City's forces of resistance... and found them almost nonexistent.
The slightest ripples were raised, only to be immediately crushed flat... and then came a still sea.
The whole of Ximing City had become a tranquil sea.
That man dressed as a minor official seemed like an entirely different person before and after drawing his sword. He was terrifyingly strong. Even Ximing City's City Lord had been killed in a single exchange...
Perhaps he had no need to be afraid, either.
Because that crafty fat man did not seem to intend to kill him—not merely him. Aside from the initial push to seize control of the city defenses, the Qi Army had scarcely killed a single unnecessary person.
Of course, the fat man had shown no mercy toward Ximing City's upper ranks, nor