"Kill!"
On the city walls, the Divine Strategy Army soldiers wore savage expressions. Like floodwaters bursting through a sluice gate, blades, spears, swords, and shields crashed together with vicious force. The Imperial Guard Corps, utterly outmatched, struggled to hold on despite being covered in wounds. Long trails of blood were dragged out from time to time as men toppled to the ground.
Corpses lay strewn everywhere, crisscrossed and piled against one another, most of them guards. Even in the rain, the bloody water had dyed everything a dark red.
Almost at the same moment, a thunderclap boomed, making the earth tremble faintly.
Liu Zhan sprang to his feet and gazed far westward. He saw a line of dense clouds slowly spreading across the sky. Within them seemed to be a Flood Dragon, surging and rolling, drawing peals of thunder in its wake.
"Dragon Lord, truly remarkable!"
Dark clouds gathered, mist and vapor churned, a thousand bolts of thunder roared, and sleet, snow, rain, and hail all descended at once. Heaven's might blazed fiercely.
Daoists bustled about nearby. Many Daoist officials carried ritual implements and arranged them across the ground.
Huo Wuyong, Xue Ming, Liu Zhan, and Yu Qianzhi were all watching. Even Yu Qianzhi, burdened with heavy thoughts, could not help turning to look.
"It is proper for the Dragon Lord to summon clouds and spread rain, but why has this given the rebels a little more momentum?" Ever since Yu Qianzhi had sensed the Emperor's coldness toward him, he had been wary at heart. That was all he said.
"The Young Dragon Lord's Dragon Procession coming here has nothing to do with the Human Path. He is merely being exploited." Huo Wuyong spoke a fair word instead.
"The Divine Strategy Army is indeed sharp and invincible wherever it goes.