Lin Dong killed someone with every step, from one end of the bridge to the other.
A fifteen-hundred-meter distance, the number of Yinghua Country warriors Lin Dong had killed reached five thousand.
Five thousand corpses, some fell into the river, others piled upon the bridge.
The tragic state of this bridge was like the unyielding Naihe Bridge!
The City River below the bridge had been thoroughly dyed red with blood. It connected to the sea, carrying the blood into it, tinting that entire part of the sea red as well.
It turns out that it's not just pollution that can change the color of the sea. Blood can too!
At the moment, Lin Dong was like the Death God himself, taking a life with each step he took.
After crossing the bridge, Lin Dong reached the city walls where even more warriors stood lined up.
At the main gate, the warriors up front used a human wall to block the entrance.
