At this moment, quite a number of Forbidden Army soldiers had climbed up from the other side of the city walls, brandishing swords and blades, and charged at Lin Zifeng again.
To such ants, Lin Zifeng couldn't be bothered to say much. Sweeping the Heavenly Painting Halberd, he let the blood mix with bodies, falling beyond Xuanwu Gate.
Bodies fell into the flood, only causing a few ripples before disappearing completely. Lin Zifeng was undecided; if it were just fifty thousand Forbidden Army, he could kill them today, but the capital of Lianyun Empire housed hundreds of thousands of civilians. Could he kill them all?
Even with Mu Ruoyun's help, Lin Zifeng's Elemental Power seemed endless, but surely there would come a time of exhaustion. By then, even if they couldn't kill him, they could bury him under a heap of bodies to crush him.
He sighed, and the sharp angles of his face finally regained the coldness from before. His feet on the stone slabs sank in slightly.
