The battle was raging on the alchemy material street halfway up the mountain.
A gigantic cross appeared in the sky, covering nearly half a block.
Silken threads dangled down, binding Viscount Primor, who was as fat as a pig, tightly in place. The thin threads sank into his flesh, with drops of blood trickling down, causing the man to continuously let out pitiful howls of pain.
At this moment, Su Lun, drenched in snow-white suit, was splattered with scarlet blood, making him look exceptionally ferocious.
He had killed the majority of that fat pig's lackeys, and only a few third-order guards were still struggling to hang on. Their armor was of high quality and had almost no flaws, taking a great deal of effort to defeat.
Ultimately, it was still within the city,
and Su Lun no longer had the opportunity to wipe out all these people.
The news of Viscount Primor's attack spread quickly, but the city guard arrived the fastest.
