The fearsomeness of Zhai Xing Lou did not lie solely upon the gold cultivation skills of Gong Qiang, but the message he conveyed across the entire Zhai Xing Lou. The perverse idea that anyone's life could be made into a plaything.
For Gong Huiyu, the massacre of Fu Guang City was an enjoyment. He got a kick out of the adrenaline rush one felt in the face of imminent death.
The power soldiers' attack was too overwhelming. This impenetrable defense was every opponent's nightmare. What made things worse was the strong acidity of the power soldiers' blood.
The blood of the power soldiers could dissolve even the hardest rocks. Linghe and the gang could finally break through the power soldiers' defense after infusing their weapons with vital energy—but as that dirty-green blood sprayed all over the walls, sizzling smoke suffused the area. The corroded wall started crumbling. As they watched the fortified wall being slowly eroded, their hearts instantly sank into a deep despair.
