He Lingchuan was taken aback, a chill running down his spine as delayed fear crept in. Sun Fuping had come terrifyingly close to scheming all of them to death. If luck had not tilted in their favor at just the right moments, his mother and younger brother might have had to hold a memorial for him and his father next year instead of birthdays.0

Still, he was not worried about the old bastard pulling off any last-minute reversals. After all those spells that he had cast and the injuries he had suffered, Sun Fuping should be running on fumes now.0

Situ Han added, “We teamed up with the black flood dragon, and now Nian Songyu’s so mad he’s nearly coughing up blood.”0

He Lingchuan looked down. And sure enough, the tide had turned. The Gale Army was working in perfect sync with the black flood dragon, relentlessly suppressing Nian Songyu. The Heishui City troops atop the walls were even throwing in the occasional volley...0