"Your Majesty!" Master Feng Han had already taken off his formal attire, holding a fish bubble in his hand. The fish bubble was filled with Ziliujin inside, the shade of deep purple seemingly turning black. He almost fell over due to the trembling of the Kite. A guard beside him was frightened to death, hurrying forward to catch the dangerous object.

Master Feng Han: "Your Majesty, the ammunition is now empty. This old subject followed His Highness Yan Bei Wang’s order, transporting all the Ziliujin we have left to the city gate. The subordinates have been instructed to place it…”

"Your Majesty be careful!"

"Protect the Emperor!"

Artillery flew towards them, interrupting Master Feng Han's words, grazing past Li Feng's Red Kite, its corner exploding immediately. It groaned, then leaned to the side.

Another artillery relentlessly pursued after them, crashing into the belly of the Red Kite. The Kite lost control under severe damage. Li Feng's pupils shrank into needle-like dots in the midst of the crowd's shouting.

Tan Hong Fei roared loudly, his wings suddenly opened, as if they could cover the sky.

In that moment, he grasped hold of the artillery, the Eagle Armor was accelerated to the fastest speed. The high temperature and the impact instantly shot the old Black Iron Camp subordinate, who had carried grievances about the old case of twenty years ago, together with the large explosive, becoming a firework that would never return.

...But fortunately, he did not dishonor his mission.

At last, the Wind Slashers that had claimed the lives of countless foreigners on the city wall were all out. Chang Geng looked back at the capital city with not much sentimental attachment, and a feeling of pity arose inside him — for the Marquis' Manor could not be seen from this distance.

Then he raised his longbow, dipped the tip of the iron arrow in ignition oil, and fired at the enemy in the air. The arrow was lit on fire as the oiled tip traveled at high speed, surging like a meteor — this was a signal.

Master Feng Han pulled up his sleeve: "Red Kites, get ready!"

In addition to the Kite Li Feng was on, the last dozen Red Kites in the capital took off, resembling a group of dancers dressed in red, wearing beautiful makeup, moving with light steps onto a mountain of blades, a sea of flame carrying Ziliujin, colliding with the Western Eagle Armors coming to find death in the air.

The sky turned grey.

On the wall, Chang Geng was the first to be caught up in the midst. The meager Light Armor that temporarily hung on his body could not withstand the force surging down. He could feel a strong knock against his chest. His eyes darkened, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood, instantly losing consciousness.

The little soldier who had just given orders in his stead shouted and rushed over in an attempt to protect him with his own body.