Blood Baleful Intent Descends on the City, Suppressing the Souls; Hidden Ramparts Urge the Contract to Rally Old Forces

Han Lie stood atop the city wall, originally wearing the calm composure of one sitting steady as a fisherman on his platform. But when his gaze swept over the figure that burst first from the dust at the end of the dirt road, his pupils suddenly contracted!

He subconsciously clenched his fists, his knuckles turning pale blue-white.

That towering figure sat astride a divine steed, his body standing as tall and majestic as a pillar propping up the heavens, as though he carried an aura capable of blotting out the sky and sun.

He had only just emerged from beyond the horizon, yet the light between heaven and earth seemed to dim by several degrees beneath that crushing presence. Even the wind appeared to slow.

Such domineering ferocity was a rarity in this world.

Though he was merely galloping forward on horseback, it was as if an endless sea of blood-clouds were slowly bearing down upon Lieren City, the wind itself carrying an inescapable stench of blood.

It was the blood-soaked aura of slaughter accrued through years of battle, mixed with the dust of the battlefield. The moment it drifted beneath the city walls, everyone above them involuntarily shuddered to their very souls, even their breathing growing labored.

As that divine black steed, its coat gleaming, galloped forward step by step, the figure and his horse seemed like a colossal blade about to cleave apart heaven and earth. With every fraction of distance he drew nearer, Lieren City's walls seemed on the verge of being crushed and split open.

The wind atop the wall seemed to grow colder, snapping Han Lie's robes loudly in the breeze, yet it could not dispel the chill that had suddenly risen in his heart.

His eyes had rested upon that figure for only a