Without wasting any more time, Zhao Fu extended a hand, and the Calamitous Dragon Sword appeared in his grasp. He poured immense power into it, then swung forward. A flash of curved light swept past, blood sprayed, and the heads of sixty city lords, frozen stiff where they stood, fell to the ground.
One headless corpse after another collapsed to the ground, while City Lord Seals radiating different lights floated out from their bodies and dropped beside them.
As the ghostly qi gradually dispersed, the city lords lucky enough to escape disaster saw the scene before them. Their hearts turned cold, and terror filled their faces. They immediately fled backward without looking back; not one dared to linger for even a moment.
They had truly taken a walk through the gates of hell. Sixty city lords had died here so easily—silently, without so much as a chance to react. It was simply terrifying. Now that only thirty city lords remained, how could they dare stay and fight Zhao Fu?
Watching the system city lords flee, Zhao Fu did not pursue them, because the battle on the other side of the Great Wall was more important.
After returning to the Great Wall, many, having received news of the city lords' deaths, furiously attacked the surrounding skeletons, wanting to avenge them. Some had already begun to flee; some were acting on the orders of the fleeing city lords, while others understood that this battle was lost.
Seeing that quite a few system soldiers were still resisting, Zhao Fu ordered ten Hundred Ghost Illusionists to cast the Nether Ghost Realm once more, then employed rune arrows again to shoot them down with overwhelming force.
In the end, Great Qin naturally won a sweeping victory. They first obtained seventy City Lord Seals, killed seven