The opposing Parthian general shouted angrily. Wang Anfeng could not understand, but beside him, Lv Guanhong, gripping his knife tightly in tension, said:
"He, he wants us to give up resistance."
"Otherwise, he will kill us on the spot after three breaths."
The Parthian general shouted angrily again. The Parthian Jianghu people near his back suddenly changed their expressions and leapt back fiercely, leaving only Wang Anfeng and Lv Guanhong standing against the military blades.
The surrounding City Army organized the civilians to evacuate, while the elite Iron Floaters in front were subtly hiding the panicked civilians behind their bodies.
Wang Anfeng held his weapon diagonally, taking deep breaths.
His Inner Breath was too depleted, causing his breathing to be painful and burning. From afar, he could still hear various discussions from others. Although he couldn't understand the specifics, Wang Anfeng grasped their meaning and confusion.
As if they were saying—
