Chaotic arrows fell like rain.
Mixed in were arrows swiftly shot by Zhao Feng, imbued with True Qi.
This royal court, which seemed far sturdier and more heavily guarded than other Donghu tribes, was also destroyed in an instant.
The Qin Cavalry charged in a frenzy.
They stormed toward the royal court, killing as they went.
Countless wild arrows, like a downpour, rained destruction upon this court.
Every moment, foreign tribesmen were slain, falling beneath the ruthless slaughter of arrows.
At this moment.
Inside the Donghu Royal Court, it was not yet time to extinguish the lamps and sleep. Many Donghu civilians, fleeing in panic, knocked over lanterns. Oil spilled to the ground, and the tents were instantly consumed by roaring flames.
The raging fire quickly spread out.
But this was not something Zhao Feng cared about.
He only cared about one thing—destroying this Donghu Royal Court.
To cripple Donghu, leaving them no strength to invade southwards within five years.
