The soldiers of the Three Great Estates were waiting to climb the cloud ladders.
They only felt one torrid wave after another flowing down from above.
Instantly, they became alert.
They quickly scanned their surroundings and sniffed the air.
When they saw the scorching wetness pouring down was actually splattering blood,
their expressions turned grave, and they quickly looked up at the top of the cloud ladder.
At the edge of the wall where the cloud ladder was set, a burly, strong figure stood atop.
The greatsword in his hand swung continuously, with each strike felling a soldier.
The splattering blood stained the armor on the burly figure red.
Even though the wall was five or six meters high, they could see it clearly.
That towering burly figure was Joao Frank!
They frowned deeply, their gazes met, momentarily unsure of what to do.
The soldiers on the cloud ladder stopped halfway, not daring to climb further.
