Thousands of soldiers descended upon the city, locking the forces of Sifang City in a tense standoff. The atmosphere was thick with the scent of impending bloodshed.
"Finally, they're here..."
Atop the city gate, Zong Teng slowly rose from his throne, a sharp, murderous glint appearing in his deep eyes. The long blade in his hand hummed with a low vibration, as if thirsting to sever heads and drink its fill of blood.
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