Peak Yingzheng led more than three hundred elite members in a frantic charge toward the southern gate, kicking up a cloud of dust from over three hundred white horses that lingered in the air.
Meanwhile, Meng Shanhe brought nearly eight hundred men, though their mounts and equipment lacked the uniform color and quality of Peak Yingzheng's elite force. The two men were acquainted with one another, and upon meeting, they exchanged cautious, guarded glances.
As they reached the southern gate, they happened to witness Lixiang slaughtering the players of Mo Qingcheng's guild. The sight of countless spears of light erupting made even these hardened veterans break out in a cold sweat. Was he even human?
Chapter 171