"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The drums rolled alongside the thunder.
"Kill!"
The cries of battle before the palace city shook the heavens. It was not only the Divine Strategy Army—Jiang Qifeng himself commanded the Lin'an Guard with bloodshot eyes. By now, everyone understood: if they did not succeed, they would all die.
"Kill!"
At the breach, the Imperial Guards fought desperately to hold them back.
Blood, limbs, and entrails mingled with the rain, churned into mud, and gradually gathered into streams.
Formation after formation was smashed apart and swallowed by the Divine Strategy Army.
Prince Qi pounded the drum heavily, feeling the blood throughout his body boil. Hallucinations even rose before his eyes, while faint, indistinct howls rang in his ears.
"Kill!"
"Kill every last enemy!"
"Kill every Daoist—leave none alive!"
Prince Qi did not pause for an instant, pounding the drum with all his strength!
Even if it meant drinking poison to quench thirst, they had to survive first!
As he thought this, everything suddenly seemed to fall silent for an instant—then it abruptly became utterly quiet.
He realized something at once and looked up ahead.
The enemy formation had collapsed!
The routed Imperial Guard Corps flowed backward like floodwaters that could not be stopped after a sluice gate had been opened, while the Divine Strategy Army pursued them relentlessly, killing at their heels.
"Your Highness, we have won!" Zhang Bolai, usually refined in bearing, wiped away the rain as he offered his congratulations.
Prince Qi swept his gaze over the surroundings darkly. "Too late!"
Zhang Bolai froze before he could speak, then heard Prince Qi command, "Jiang Qifeng!"
"Your servant is here!" Jiang Qifeng immediately dropped to his knees in reply.
"Immediately lead the Lin'an Guard and hold Cloud Dragon Gate. If you can hold it, the great undertaking