Shi Lang stood outside the city gate, he watched the people scurry away, before he snorted and cleaned up all the blood on his body. With a speckless appearance he walked towards the city gate.
He was wounded, it would be impossible for anyone to get out without a scratch when they face such a huge number of enemies. He was not a god, yet. The Terran approached the city gate and Tian Jian and Ming Yanzi caught up with him. They were still a little intimidated by his aura. It was as if a sword was ready to cut them down.
The Terran did not say anything, as he entered the city, the people took steps away from him instinctively. Shi Lang had left them with scars on a mental level. As long as he was in the vicinity, these people would not dare to raise their heads.
