Zhao Si was indeed having a wonderful time killing, and the mountain-like city walls drew ever closer.
It looked like one of those journeys where the mountain seemed close enough to ride a horse to death, but even an army made up of a boundless sea of people would eventually be cut through.
After all, these people could not form an effective barrier.
It was simply their sheer numbers that kept Zhao Si from charging through.
After all, if there were too many people, even if they lined up for him to cut down, it would take days.
And these people could move, too.
So the allied troops charging up behind him were actually very useful.
They helped relieve the pressure of numbers on Zhao Si and cleared the road ahead for him.
After all, however well Zhao Si could run, there were still times when a wall of people blocked him.
Surrounded, pursued, and cut off like this, even the Monster Horse found it hard to spread its wings and fly.
The Storm King's Wings had also caught up with Zhao Si, clearing away the Leyndell soldiers around him.
Perhaps this was what they had done when the Storm King was still around, fighting Godfrey alongside him.
Breaking through the wall of people was only the first hurdle.
The three walls outside Leyndell, descending in height, were the remaining hurdles.
None of them would be easy to breach. There was even a vast stretch of open ground between the first and second walls.
Troops could be stationed there to continue the counterattack.
What a straightforward nuisance.
Walls that could not be breached, a royal capital that could not be taken.
It was not just a legend, but a fact.
Ancient Dragon Gransax had been an exception among exceptions. No