The synchronized volley of pagoda cannon fire ripped through the black night sky, illuminating crowds of frantic-looking figures. They were densely packed, resembling flocks of blood-thirsty locusts that surged towards the pagoda cannon defensive line like a tidal wave.
In front of the pagoda cannon defensive line, rivers of blood and corpses were strewn everywhere.
The God Wolf Division could no longer maintain their formation. They were thoroughly broken up in several groups.
Viridescent flowers and twining branches grew all over the place, trapping the Silverfrost soldiers every now and then. The Pinwheel Sword was like the scythe of death that left decapitated body parts and blood everywhere it flew by, creating bloody trails everywhere.
Helian Tianxiao could no longer bother himself with the series of onslaughts from Duanmu Huanghun and the Sword of Lightning.
