Boom!
The rain was heavy, and the sky quickly turned into a dark night. The majestic city was like a sea of fire on the vast land. A bolt of lightning streaked across the rain, illuminating a lightless street until it was snow-white.
Clack, clack…
On the long limestone street, Ye Jingtang rode a black horse and slowly walked through the alleys.
The Black Qilin Spear in his hand was pointed diagonally toward the street. Dense raindrops landed on the spear shaft and slid down the spear tip, forming a line of water on the spear tip.
Drip, drip, drip…
Several streets in the west of the city had turned into a desolate hunting ground after several battles.
More than a thousand imperial guards and constables, armed with powerful bows and crossbows, surrounded the streets around the Marquis of Yun Ning Estate.
