"If we lose our heads, it's just a big scar, what's there to fear? Brothers, kill one and break even, kill two and it's a profit!"
"Yes, kill, kill!"
The more than a thousand brothers of the Flame Demon Tribe behind the city walls were filled with tragic heroism and passion, and yet there was no fear.
Indeed, at worst, it's just death, what's there to be afraid of?
Constantine watched as his twenty-five thousand troops drew closer to the Flame Demon Tribe, his gaze grew more ominous.
Is it finally time for revenge? Is it finally time to wipe out those vile dogs under Lanling?
As for his wife, Gou Li, who was also on the city wall, she might be killed by the Flame Demon Tribe, but he didn't care, it would be better if she was killed.
This wife had become his shame.
However... just at this moment...
Suddenly...
A bewitching melody seemed to echo in the air.
The sky appeared to shimmer with a beautiful illusion, fleetingly.
