Zhao Fu hid in the void nearby, with no intention of making a move, as that would invite unnecessary suspicion. He had come mainly to prevent any unexpected incidents, not to kill.
There had originally only been a little over a hundred thousand people on the city walls. When a vast rain of arrows descended, screams rose one after another, blood sprayed everywhere, and no one knew how many had died. Viet Guard's people quickly stormed the walls as well, brandishing their weapons and beginning a savage battle against the several factions. Viet Guard held the advantage in every aspect—even their willpower surpassed that of their opponents.
The ordinary people, meanwhile, seemed to have gone mad, venting all the resentment they had endured as they launched a frenzied assault against the members of those factions, fighting as if they did not care whether they lived or died.
"Zhan Xiaotou! I'll bite you to death today! I still remember how you forced me to kneel!" A short young man saw an old enemy. After his weapon was knocked away, he simply pounced on him and bit down.
"Niu Mo, I'm killing you today!" Another middle-aged man grabbed a broadsword and hacked it into someone's stomach, then burst into laughter.
"Liu Dong, I never thought your day would come too!" Yet another young man chopped off a man's head and spoke with contempt.
Under Viet Guard's fierce assault, the several factions suffered even more devastating casualties. The ordinary people also vented their fury—those with grudges avenged their grudges, and those with resentments repaid their resentments. Before long, the people of the several factions had all been killed, with scarcely any survivors left behind.
The several City Lords in the sky were also being besieged by more than a dozen City Lords. After