A Fierce Onslaught

"Do the City Guard Army and Prefectural Yamen have anyone left?" Qiu Changming asked.

"My lord, I sent someone to ask just now. Most of the City Guard Army has been dispatched to Blood Valley. One battalion remains at camp, but it can't be mobilized for now. The Prefectural Yamen has over a hundred constables, but they're all fairly weak. I'm afraid they won't be much help. We can only rely on ourselves," Chang Wanchun said.

The constables of the Prefectural Yamen arrested ordinary citizens, so they were generally weak. Deng Qianyu alone would be enough to slaughter every last one of them.

Qiu Changming took a deep breath. The weight on his shoulders suddenly felt immense. With only the sixty-odd people under his command, holding off the Yinyuan Sect's assault was impossible.

"Chang Wanchun, leave the city at once and ask Commissioner Yang and Steward Wang for reinforcements. We must hold back the Blood Calamity, but we cannot leave the Yinyuan Sect unchecked either. Either could bring ruin down upon Prefectural City!" Qiu Changming said coldly.

"Yes!"

Chang Wanchun raced out the door. Qiu Changming immediately gathered all the constables, divided them into several squads, and headed straight for nearby sites where the Yinyuan Sect Fiends were causing havoc.

Before Blood Valley.

Lin Qing was still fighting. He smashed another Blood Corpse apart with one punch.

"Number 2,546!"

Lin Qing drew a deep breath. Rather than attack again, he flashed backward.

This time, he truly needed a rest. He had only two-tenths of his strength left; if he kept fighting, he would reach his limit.

A gust of wind swept past as Wang Ling arrived beside him, sword in hand.

"Lin Qing, know your limits. You've already distinguished yourself enough. Don't throw your life away trying to prove