Zhao Fu turned into a streak of black light and instantly arrived before a City Lord. His hand suddenly shot out, plunging into the man's chest and closing around his warm heart. With a yank, he tore it out. The City Lord died on the spot.
A wooden City Lord Seal, giving off a faint glow, floated out. Zhao Fu casually put it away before attacking another City Lord, reaching out and snapping his throat. One City Lord after another had little power to resist in his hands.
The Great Qin City Lords also cooperated one after another, joining forces to attack individual City Lords.
Below, the Great Qin soldiers launched an assault on the panicked system soldiers. Forming into ranks, they marched forward step by step, their footsteps falling in perfect unison and carrying an oppressive, murderous chill.
The archers in the rear drew their longbows with force, aimed at the countless system soldiers, and released their arrows. Arrow after arrow tore through the air with sharp whistles, countless arrows forming a torrential downpour as they fell upon the system army.
Puff! Puff! Puff...
Arrow after arrow pierced through soldiers' chests, sending blood spraying. Some were even riddled through by more than a dozen arrows, dying horribly. Countless system soldiers searched frantically for cover, terror filling their faces. The earlier explosions, coupled with this ferocious assault, had truly frightened them.
In the distance, Li Qinqian watched the scene with the surrendered players. The players behind her were utterly stunned, and fear welled up in their hearts as their bodies began to tremble.
The system army that had once seemed terrifying to them was now being slaughtered by Great Qin. It was not that the system army was weak—they had personally witnessed them massacre the Viet Guard—but now the situation