The rain of swords. This was an attack that everyone had heard of, but not seen before. It was said that in the palace, the swords that Lu Shu had used covered the sky, instantly killing 1000 underlings and ten patrons.
Now, the Black Feather Army was beneath, but they were still facing Lu Shu.
Liu Yizhao calmly watched this scene. "The era where everyone below is a lackey of the king has finally arrived."
Zhang Weiyu fell silent. No one knew what he was thinking about.
The next moment, the rain of swords fell like shooting stars. Even the stars were not as bright as the swords.
Li Heitan muttered, "The Ninth Heavenly King? Who are the previous eight? Are they even stronger than the Great Lord?"
The fortress at Luo City had been completed. The construction workers had given up on rest. Everyone was racing against time.
