The defense formation inside the city wall allows exit but no entry.
Wu Zhi could not stop him; Wu Song had already leaped onto the battlefield, raised his blade and shouted at the Demon King ahead, "I am Wu Song of Yang Valley Pass, the one who killed your family's tiger. If you have a grudge, feel free to seek me out for revenge."
The giant rocks continued to smash down from the sky, as Wu Song stood alone facing a million demon soldiers, under streaks of fire that cut across the sky.
Anger flushed to his head, his robe fluttering.
Truly displaying an invincible heroic spirit.
The soldiers on the city wall, holding long spears, stomped the ground and shouted, "Mighty!"
"Mighty!"
"Mighty!"
"..."
Wu Zhi furrowed his brow tightly, thinking to himself that this brother was still too rash.
Facing a strong enemy, reckless bravery is most feared.
However, Wu Song was already out there, to call him back now would undoubtedly hurt the morale of the defending soldiers.
