"Cough, cough, cough!"
Using both hands and feet, Wei Cheng crawled out of the ruins, looking extremely disheveled.
At the moment, the whole Floating Cloud City had become a purgatory, including the grand and imposing city lord's mansion.
Wei Cheng ran among the crumbling walls, like a rabbit in disarray.
Both the bodies of the natives and demons were scattered all over the ground. Occasionally, you could spot the Golden Bell Shield released by the trialists. Undoubtedly, these were the people from Zhou Wu's team, but how many of them were still alive?
"Whizz, whizz, whizz!"
The dense rain of flaming spears fell again, targeting specific locations. Wei Cheng just glanced up and could guess the situation. All the living people in the city must have been marked by the Deer-Horned Demon, and each living person could receive a generous gift of several dozen to a few hundred flaming spears.
