C282 Drygrasp City Battle(2)

The battle raged from the dark of night into the light of day, the clash of combat unceasing.

Not a soul cried out in pain, nor in weariness.

High Minister Yang transformed into a zither demon, his fingers dancing across the strings. A cascade of black notes, like sinister shadows, assailed the allied forces of the five tribes.

Elder Mi's iron palm whirled with the ferocity of a tiger