Zhang Sheng and Chen Jiao climbed onto the city wall, both panting heavily.
Many questions filled their hearts.
"Are you holding the fort here?" Zhang Sheng asked, his face showing a mix of anticipation and fear.
This was a battleground known for its ruthless conflicts!
Of the one hundred and eight thousand cities, a third had already fallen into desolation.
No Return City was considered half-ruined.
In the past decade or so, Great Daxia had been unable to assemble its forces and send reinforcements.
Qi Yuan holding his broken sword, regretted, "It's been some time, unfortunately… no demonic creatures have showed up."
"You aren't a Daxia man, but a wanderer?" Zhang Sheng, seeing no Daxia military flag on the wall, had a sudden realization.
In this world, there were many wanderers who generously went to the battlefield in the Central Plains.
Most of these wanderers were cultivators.