"Kill!!"
Zhao Feng let out a cold laugh, shield in his left hand, sword in his right, charging forward once more.
The enemy's weapons slashed toward him.
Zhao Feng's divine sense had long since spread, not fully, but surrounded him within a distance of three zhang. Under his perception, the enemy's attacks had no chance of touching him. Zhao Feng raised his shield to block their blades, while his right hand wielded Dragon Spring in sweeping arcs.
He madly harvested the vitality from the Han Soldiers before him.
Panel notifications popped up repeatedly.
Taking advantage of the golden opportunity, Zhao Feng slaughtered enemies relentlessly, collecting attributes.
Zhao Feng's fierce bravery played out fully before the eyes of the Elite Soldiers behind him.
Watching as Zhao Feng cut down over a dozen Han Soldiers within a few breaths, opening a breach in the city gate, every Elite Soldier behind him was filled with awe and respect.
"Capital Commandant divine power!"
"Kill!"
