"Isn't that the Four Divine Sect's villainous axe wielder, Zheng Po?"
Atop the city wall, a Netherworld Holy Sect disciple exclaimed loudly, causing a stir among all the soldiers upon hearing the Axe Fiend's notorious name.
Beneath them, soldiers hastened to close the city gates, the spectacular sight of hundreds of thousands of soldiers charging forward nearly caused the city's defenders to wet themselves with fear.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh...
Qin Jun and others flew one after another to the top of the watchtower on the city wall, and Yuan Hong shouldered his Fine Iron Rod, ready to deliver a ferocious blow at the approaching army of hundreds of thousands.
"Don't rush, their speed is slowing down. If they really wanted to assault the city, they should have charged directly instead of making such a loud commotion," Qin Jun stopped him, saying, and everyone also noticed that the enemy's advance was slowing down, despite seeming unstoppable.
