On the bloodstained city wall, Ren Zhong's expression shifted slightly. Gazing into the distance, he saw tens of thousands of troops below, their banners snapping, their black armor grim, their spears a forest of thorns. Cold light gleamed against the blood-colored clouds overhead. From afar, the rebel formation resembled an enormous crouching beast, its presence suffocating.
Behind that formation, a moon-white horse came galloping from the horizon. Its flying hooves sent mud and stones splashing like surging waves, while dust rose in billowing dragons, blotting out the sky and sun!
On its back rode a man in fluttering dark robes, a great halberd held across his body. His aura surged like a tide, his killing intent soaring into the heavens. Even from so far away, the faint rumble of wind and thunder could still be heard!
"That man-is he charging their formation alone?!" Ren Zhong stared, dumbstruck.
The Gray-Haired Elder beside him followed his gaze and immediately recognized that the charging rider was no rebel. After all, the man's killing intent was directed squarely at the rebel army.
He blurted out, "Has he lost his mind? Those two rebel armies below number at least eighty thousand! Even if each man spat once, they could drown him!
"And unless my eyes deceive me, the energy on his halberd is true qi, not Gang Qi?
"He isn't even a True Astral warrior. How dare he charge their formation? Isn't that courting death?!"
Over these ten-odd days of fighting, the city had roughly determined the rebels' strength. The Holy Incense Church had over seventy thousand troops, nearly six thousand of them elites, and four True Astral warriors. Later, for some unknown reason, a True Astral commander named Zhang Chong had been transferred away. Three remained: Spirit Child Xia You, Commander Fang Hu, and