"Rebellion really is a thrill."
The road leading to the prison had been carved open through bloodshed. Streetlamps on both sides were hung with all manner of little decorations. Some people shouted, "We want civilization, not slaughter," but those people were usually part of the second wave.
You were nowhere to be seen when ordinary people were being oppressed, yet now you showed up.
What are you made of? What kind of Fangshan person are you?
Xu Clan Prison had become exceptionally grim. Battlefield Gu Poison and defensive formations had activated at the same time, filling the area with dangerous ghostly glimmers.
Some of the people who had charged in first were already dead. Their Primordial Spirits had been collected into the Human Emperor Banner by their companions, where they began serving as the hype squad, endlessly cursing at the prison.
"Xu Long, I'm your immortal ancestor! Give us a straight answer! Are you surrendering or not?!"
"Get the hell out here! We'll leave your corpse intact!"
"Come out already! My brother is still inside! If you won't come out, we're going in!"
Xu Long remained stubbornly hidden inside the prison despite being furiously cursed by a crowd of Primordial Spirits.
Surrounded by a crowd, Mohist walked forward with his cane and gazed at the prison ahead.
The enormous prison had deployed its defensive armor plating, and sword cultivators clad in light puppets had begun standing guard. Compared to them, the rebels' equipment was pitifully scarce. Most of it was cheap goods Zhong Xiaozheng had collected earlier, along with gang weapons.
But there were so many of them, stretching as far as the eye could see.
People like weeds looked up at the sword cultivators guarding the prison. The Foundation Establishment experts wearing puppets were immensely powerful, while their own