It froze in mid-air, then shattered inch by inch, turning to dust.
But Chen Sheng's expression turned completely grim.
It wasn't just him. The faces of every Jingwu Guard behind him had turned exceptionally grim as well.
The Breaking Gang Crossbow was a heavy weapon under strict military control, yet now it had appeared in a Water Bandit Stronghold!
The implications were deeply unsettling.
Atop the stockade wall.
An old man with a white beard and a withered face stood holding a Strong Bow. His eyes were filled with the resolute will to die as he bellowed:
"The Alliance Leader is gone! The Cyan Flood Dragon Alliance will fall today! But for any of you with blood in your veins who refuse to live in disgrace, follow this old man into one last battle!"
"Fight! Fight! Fight!"
From within the stockade walls came a chorus of roars, a mixture of grief, indignation, and despair. Though their numbers were few, their cries were exceptionally harrowing.
"Loose!"
