Swish!
A row of Spirit Soldiers' guns aimed at the central position from all directions within the surrounding blocks.
Long guns, short guns, improved single-shot crossbows, and even small mobile cannons at a distance. A variety of the most advanced weapons were all present.
Shadows leaped up like monkeys, landing on rooftops or empty areas in the district, looking over in this direction.
The original crowd on the street scattered and fled like flies being swatted away.
Leaving Zhang Rongfang standing in place, clad in a blood-red robe, staring profoundly at the Earth Mother's envoy, Aifu, opposite him.
Aifu's forehead began to sweat coldly, flowing down her temple to her chin, and dripping to the ground, scattering dust.
She felt as if she were a frog being watched by a snake, standing frozen, not daring to move.
Though Sang Lan was weak, she was still a Spirit General, and her body defense was not much different from Aifu's.
