"Master, Ling Zhao. The Grand Fleet had successfully weakened the Royal Army force. It's the perfect time to perform the Blood Rite." Xiao Wu reported the current situation.
"Good… Get inside my shadow and protect me once I join the fray."
"As you wish!"
By the time Ling Zhao joined the battlefield, the Royal Army forces had dwindled into just a few hundred of them.
The commander of the Royal Army who had summoned the Silver Dragon went missing and chose to save his own skin after he had witnessed the true might of Crimson Sky.
The cobblestone main street had turned into a river of blood from ten of thousands fallen army, flowing freely towards the underground sewer.
Of course, Ling Zhao wouldn't let it go to waste. He began the Blood Rite that covered the whole Capital City. The blood that once flowed downstream now took the opposite direction and was absorbed by Ling Zhao's Blood Spear.
