Led by Linghu Xinglang, the Imperial Guard were knocked to the ground together with the broken spears in their hands, sprawling in a row as wails filled the air.
Most miserable of all was An Ming. The moment the iron chains in his hands shattered, he was sent flying several zhang away, vomiting a mouthful of fresh blood the instant his body slammed into the ground!
The color of the sky and earth shifted, and dark clouds blotted out the sun!
Chapter 111