"Seventh Brother."
Ji Mingyue rushed as fast as she could and just arrived at Jinling City, only to witness a one-sided massacre.
Arrows rained down from all directions like a storm, engulfing the entire Jinling City in a scene of bloody slaughter.
These arrows seemed unremarkable at first glance, but during flight, it was as if they had eyes, even capable of turning and homing in on every fleeing or resisting citizen of the Zhao Kingdom.
The soldiers of the Zhao Kingdom, clad in heavy armor and armed with shields and long halberds, appeared to be heavily equipped. Yet, under the sudden assault of the arrow rain, they were utterly defenseless.
The steel armor and iron shields were like fragile paper, pierced through and tearing into human bodies.
It was as if all their equipment was merely a facade.
