"Let me emphasize one last time, if any of you dare to break through the checkpoint, the arrows will not have eyes. If you die under the arrows, do not blame me for being merciless." The general stood on the city wall, clad in golden armor, looking down at the civilians below like a divine spirit standing above the nine heavens, blind to the sufferings of the world.
"This man possesses the bloodline power of a god. I just wonder what his bloodline power is like." Zhang Chen, who mastered the Blood Control Technique, could sense the strong bloodline power within the general but couldn't gauge his actual strength.
Shifting his gaze from the officer, Zhang Chen turned his head to look at the refugees in the distance, their clothes in tatters and bodies filthy. The numb eyes of these people, with what little hope left, seemed to be gradually dimming, making Zhang Chen's Dao heart waver slightly.
"In terms of both emotion and reason, I should intervene." Zhang Chen muttered to himself.
