Chapter 1287. What path to take (8)
The soldiers guarding the north gate of the city felt an approaching disaster, and a cowardly feeling couldn’t help but rise in their hearts.
Moreover, the people gathered under the city gates continuously bellowed out protests, there were even courageous ones who climb up the city gates time and time again. Although they were being shot down incessantly by arrows, as the number of people grew more numerous, the city gates were bound to break from the pressure.
In the end, they were unable to withstand the pressure and could only open the city gates.
However, for the gates to open at this time, it was already too late. This was because the old madman who had blown his top had already killed his way here.
The old madman’s whole body gave off an intense, formidable pressure, the heavy stench of blood and a scathing killing intent!
At this time, the more the old madman killed, the braver he got. As if he felt this venting game was very fun and extremely satisfying.
The old madman appeared on top of the city wall.
The moment he appeared, however, made the crowd of people cry out in alarm.
“Oh, heavens! Why is it him? How could it be? How is this possible?” Amidst the crowd, a person cried out loudly in surprise, continuously shouting that it was impossible.