Mortals Fighting Immortals (1)
編輯: Atlas Studios
Zhou Jing followed the messenger up the city wall and realized that the two sides were still facing each other.
Lu Longchuan and the other leaders squatted under the wall, surrounded by more than ten spears. Chen Feng had been practicing his 'javelin throw' from afar, causing them to not dare to show their heads. It could be said that this was the first time the term 'firepower suppression' appeared in such a medieval age.
Seeing their Chief's bravery, the Dragon King Stronghold was encouraged and clamored. On the other hand, the hearts of the Heavenly King Stronghold soldiers wavered, and many soldiers were shocked and afraid.
Just as Zhou Jing was observing, another spear tore through the air and shot towards his position.
Zhou Jing's expression did not change as he calmly took a step back.
Whoosh — The spear swept past, brushing past his body and missing. The strong wind blew at his Daoist robe.
Thud!