The dark, oppressive army surged forward like a tide, carrying a suffocating pressure. The city wall felt like a solitary boat drifting in a storm, ready to be swallowed by this wave at any moment. The battle cries shook the earth, the clanging of weapons ringing through the skies, and the air was thick with a heavy stench of blood.
"Archers, ready!" Qu Chen's voice was clear and powerful amidst the deafening battlefield, commanding with absolute composure.
"Fire!" At the order, countless arrows soared toward the enemy with a piercing whistle, immediately drawing a chorus of screams from the dense crowd.
Chapter 126