In the White City, Qianye's eyes didn't close for long before he was awakened by the rumbling sound of cannons. He stood up and looked out from the half-cut wall, where he saw a group of Blood Swordsmen rushing silently and swiftly like ghosts.

Qianye stood still, lurking in the bloodline, the team of blood warriors turned a blind eye to Qianye, who was close at hand, and rushed directly against the wall. When they had all passed, Qianye straightened up, took out the Illusory Manshu Sawa and aimed it at the back of a Blood Clan's head, and it was a shot that shot out. Then it disappeared again.

Blood Sir screamed and fell to the ground, then clung to his head and rolled on the ground in pain. The Blood Clan warriors immediately stopped, some on guard and some trying to find a way to help the chief. Blood Sir is the leader of this group of warriors, he is extremely injured, but there is no hope of survival, and in desperation, the Blood Clan warriors divided most of their men and carried Blood Sir out of the battlefield, and the few remaining people became cautious and searched and advanced into the depths of the White City.

And Qianye glanced at the follow-up, and the figure disappeared from the spot, and when it reappeared, it was already standing on top of the ruins several blocks away, and the half-severed spear in his hand was thrown with great force, nailing a werewolf baron to death on the road.

The baron and two servants, who were just about to help their master, suddenly stood up among the several corpses on the side of the road, and the bullets rained down, beating the two servants into a sieve. Several of the mercenaries then scattered and ran away, and lay down in another place, continuing to play the role of corpse.

The entire White City has long since turned into purgatory.

Any dark corner has the potential to shoot bullets or daggers, and every corpse has to be judged to be real or fake. Even the bricks and rubble piles are not sure if they are safe, and at any moment a few mercenaries may burst out of it, or suddenly collapse and become traps.

Underground in the White City, many tunnels had already been dug by the dark defenders for war preparation and storage purposes. After Song Zining took over, he expanded the underground into a huge labyrinth, and it was several floors up and down. At this point in the war, all these arrangements showed their effectiveness.

After suffering several losses on the battlefield of ruins, the dark race also discovered the secrets of the underground, but there was no good way to deal with it. They had found several underground passageway entrances, but once they entered, they were all gone. No one knows which ones are real passages and which ones are just death traps to lure opponents.

The whole city, above and below ground, is a battlefield, the two sides are intertwined with each other, and danger can come from all sides.

In the entire ruins, there are two most dangerous enemies, Qianye and Song Zining. The illusion created by Song Zining's Three Thousand Floating Leaves Realm is as real as an illusion, often simulating a mercenary image between two teams of enemies, which can make the two teams of enemies kill each other. And a thousand nights are the nightmare of all the powerful people with the title. On this battlefield, the lurking bloodline makes him look like a normal mercenary. Those strong people who are used to using perception, even if they see Qianye, will subconsciously treat him as an ordinary mercenary, and then there will be no more.

After killing another Spider Demon Viscount, Qianye finally felt a little tired. Before you know it, you have been fighting continuously for a whole day. How many battles had he fought? Even he couldn't figure it out for a while. Twelve or thirteen?

The sky was dark, and the moon in the sky glowed with a dim yellow light, and a line of blood was outlined at the edges. Occasionally, two moons can be seen on floating land, but their orientation and shape are very different from those seen on continental blocks. When the battle is in full swing, I look up, and I feel like I'm in a foreign land.

A few long whistles sounded in the distance, miserable and lonely. It was a signal to retreat, and the Dark Race warriors ran out of the city like a receding tide, many succumbing to bullets from behind. The mercenary's resilience and bloodlust were thoroughly aroused, and they did not stop killing just because the opponent retreated.

Qianye climbed to the top of a ruin and looked out over the entire White City. In his field of vision, the faint spots of light that represented the flesh and blood of living beings were noticeably much thinner. This means that quite a few more mercenaries have been turned into corpses in this battle. Although I don't know how many people are still lurking in the tunnels

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