Invitation

As more and more people disembarked from the airships, the Black Armor Regiment soldiers' final resistance within Bluestone Pass Fortress gradually crumbled.

The first batch to follow Zhang Tie down from the airship were all powerful Warriors from Hidden Dragon Hall, level seven and above.

Although the Black Armor Regiment's soldiers could be considered elite in Tianhan City, and in Zhang Tie's eyes the quality of its ordinary soldiers was already comparable to the Norman Empire's Iron-Blood Battalion, apart from a few officers who could still exchange a few moves with the Hidden Dragon Hall experts who had descended from the sky, the rest of the ordinary soldiers were utterly no match for Hidden Dragon Hall's elites.

The only thing about the Black Armor Regiment soldiers worthy of praise, in Zhang Tie's eyes, was perhaps that spark of fighting spirit that made them resist to the death. In an army composed entirely of a certain clan's own descendants, as far as Zhang Tie knew, unless the clan itself surrendered and ordered them to lay down their weapons, few would ever surrender on their own initiative. This was also why clan armed forces were trusted in this age—because no one would betray their own clan and bloodline.

After most of Hidden Dragon Hall's men had descended, the regular elite troops from the clan's subordinate legions, who had been coordinating with Zhang Tie's group aboard the same airship, swiftly slid down from the airship in batch after batch and joined the extermination of the still-resisting Black Armor Regiment soldiers. The last to come down were Hidden Dragon Hall's female students.

Though the battle had lasted barely twenty minutes, Zhang Tie's heavy chain-plated armor, which had originally gleamed with the cold sheen of metal, now looked as though it had been hauled