All the sounds of slaughter have ceased.
All the raging flames have been extinguished.
The soaring sword-wielder, has retracted the sky-full Sword Qi.
The silent iron-armored killing god, now stands silently.
The tall, colossal figure has returned to its plump physique at this moment, leaning within the city gate, a harmless smile on its weary face.
The New Festival City has already changed hands.
Remnants of flags and broken blades, fragments of short crossbows are scattered in the pools of blood.
The defending army of this city has all been driven into the city's training grounds, awaiting a fate they know nothing of.
The city guarding formation here, of course, has also been destroyed.
Every household has shut their doors, the people inside restless and uneasy.
This city in the eastern part of Hui Ming Fu is now in a state where anything can be taken at will.
