The entire Demonfire City was filled with the incessant sounds of fierce battles. Every street and every corner saw intense combat, but the overall situation favored the Qin Empire. Zhao Yun's entry into the battle was like a divine anchor calming a stormy sea; it controlled the turbulent situation and secured the Qin army's victory.
Damn Qin Empire!
In the city tower, the five elderly ancestors of the Holy Fire Sect watched Zhao Yun killing the enemy. They were livid, clenching their fists and revealing a strong killing intent, yet they were also filled with fear. Once they stepped in, the other martial artists of the Reaching the Holy Realm in the Qin Empire would surely join the battle. If they didn't join, and let Zhao Yun massacre the common soldiers, the army would eventually collapse—Demonfire City would still fall. This was a dilemma.
I can't bear it anymore!
