C165 The Strange Victory

The Dawn Fortress loomed before him, yet its gates remained firmly shut.

Nangong Fan, his body smeared with bloodstains, raised his head to the still figures atop the city wall, his face twisted in distress.

After all his plotting and desperate struggles to escape peril, was he to perish at this final hurdle?

It was bitterly ironic. He had survived the clutches of the Orcs