Outside Fu Guang City, a dense shadow rippled over like a dark flood, gradually swallowing the entire area. The city gates were locked tight. The Poison King and a burly man were leading hundreds of brawny men from Fu Guang City to guard the main doors, which vibrated constantly.
Beyond the city gates, heavy thumping sounds thundered into the eardrums of everyone. It sounded like someone was knocking upon their hearts, making everybody look grave.
At midday, Zhai Xing Lou's troops suddenly appeared outside Fu Guang City. The Blood Tribe members guarding the gates had spotted them from afar and promptly sent word to Meng Fusheng.
Meng Fusheng felt that something was not right and immediately had his men shut the main gates.
Just as they expected, Zhai Xing Lou was attacking Fu Guang City.
Standing above the city walls, Meng Fusheng's face was dark as night. He frowned deeply as he stared at the bunch of huge monsters surrounding Fu Guang City.
