Li Jing stood atop the city wall, his back straight as a deity, looking down.
The dense Ghost Country soldiers clung to the city walls like ants.
Beside Li Jing, soldiers hurled down rolling stones, exploding the heads of the Ghost Country men.
"Fire!"
Rows of bowstrings snapped, white-feathered arrows streaked through, and Ghost Country soldiers toppled to the ground.
Still, even so, the Ghost Country men showed no fear, becoming increasingly frenzied under the stimulus of war drums. The back rows of Ghost Country men raised their scimitars high, veins bulging as they roared loudly:
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
Seeing the twisted, ferocious faces of the Ghost Country people, as if they'd just crawled out of Hell, the faces of the Great Shang soldiers above couldn't help but change subtly, their hearts trembling...
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
At that moment, Nezha's mouth opened slightly, spewing out bursts of flames.
