Having inhaled the last of the tobacco from his pipe, the Lu Hua Army unsheathed their sword blades and, with a sudden swoop,
"Charge!"
The West Fifth Army First Unit surged toward the city gates like a tide. With no magicians or archers remaining on the city walls, there was no one left to halt their advance.
On the city walls, amidst the flashing blades, Pison was forced into a fierce battle with Yang Yu.
Yang Yu's movements, as smooth as flowing water, dazzled Pison, even giving him the illusion that each of his strikes was bound to miss.
Even if he shed his heavy clothing and used his skills, Yang Yu would dissolve them, and Pison could not reverse his losing trend, knowing his opponent's techniques far surpassed his own.
"[Short-range Rapid]."
Taking a deep breath, Pison lifted his sword blade and suddenly accelerated toward Yang Yu.
Yang Yu stood his ground, raising his shield to defend.
