470 Gang Fight: Part 3

As if the weapon had hit a piece of rotten wood, the sharp blade of the assassin was stuck in the gap of his armor.

At the same time, a massive, powerful natural force field suddenly replaced the quiet and ordinary one.

With the flip of his hand, Lin Sheng threw a backhand jab. His movement was as quick as lightning, his hand penetrated the chest of the assassin before he could react.

"Not bad for an assassin."

As he flung the dead body away, a flash of the holy power's white light cleaned his hand of the blood and dirt.

Following the sound of the horn, the army of the Dark Spirit Palace charged forward. The standing army at the rear started to move quietly and quickly.

When looking from a distance, it was an endless tide of an army advancing forward and overwhelming the desert legion at the opposing side. 

Lin Sheng did not even look at the outcome of the battle. Instead, he rode his Gorefiend going in the perturbation's direction.