Horse Tramples Jiangnan

Milky-white mist drifted over the ancient giant city. Jiangnan's misty rain was always hazy and beautiful; rain fell in a fine, pattering drizzle from the sky, yet Lin'an Prefecture had already lost its former tranquility.

Unmanned pleasure boats drifted along the little rivers shrouded in rain and mist. The fine drizzle washed over corpses lying with their eyes open, gradually turning cold, while crimson pools spreading across the prefectural office reflected the shattered clouds on the horizon.

Rain could not quench the flames of war. The smoke of battle still permeated every corner.

Lin'an Prefecture's determined counterattack far exceeded everyone's expectations. For most of the Black Scale Army, they had never encountered an opponent like this.

In past wars, once a gap had been torn open in the enemy's battle formation, once the city-defense formation collapsed, it meant they had already won the war.

But today was different. They had encountered an elite force no less formidable than themselves.

When the city-defense formation collapsed, their opponents relied on the city walls.

When the walls were breached and crumbled, their opponents retreated into the ancient streets and alleys.

When the districts were divided, their opponents entered the countless houses lining the streets to strike back at them.

Even after the skies had been completely seized by the Black Scale Army, with countless demonic birds belonging to the Prime Minister's Mansion circling low overhead, the city's defenders still carried out their final resistance.

There was no fear, no surrender.

Both sides, subjects of the same imperial dynasty, slaughtered one another with the blood-soaked courage of loyalty.

Lin'an City's garrison defended the Sect Alliance's ancient dignity. With their lives, they proved that although the Sect Alliance had many deep-seated flaws, it was by no means weak. With their lives, they also utterly shattered