The Four Divine Envoys, who had been flaunting their power and intending to annihilate the guards on the city wall, suddenly changed their expression dramatically.
"Not good! Run quickly!"
Before they could finish speaking, they turned around to flee.
But how could their speed compare to the sword light?
Almost as soon as they turned, the sword light had already reached before the city wall.
Boom!
With a loud crash, the already fragile city wall directly turned to powder.
Mengzhu Xiong, atop the city wall, felt his whole body lighten, as if some force held him up, preventing him from falling.
But the people of the Hegemon-Wu tribe weren't so lucky.
They didn't even have time to utter a sound before being sliced into oblivion by the unparalleled Sword Qi.
Watching as one after another of the Hegemon-Wu tribe turned to ash before their eyes, Mengzhu Xiong and his soldiers were all terrified.
