Luo City was facing a huge test. The Wan Family Army had already broken through the city gates. Xiao Zeyu and Zhong Yong were guarding the city gates like a god of death, blocking the passage into the city. The Xiao Family Army was brave enough to kill their enemies without fear of death, swearing to protect Luo City.
No matter how unafraid the Xiao Family Army was, no matter how high their morale was, there would be times when they would be exhausted. The Wan Family Army was like a tide; after one wave retreated, another wave would immediately surge in.
Xiao Zeyu couldn't remember how many people he had killed. The armor on his body was already dyed red with blood, and the spear's tip in his hand had become blunt. However, he still maintained his powerful combat strength. The spear in his hand flipped back and forth, and in the end, killing had become a mechanical action.
