Lin Huaiyu hurried over, and even with the Secret Wind-controlling Technique aiding her, she still ran until she was breathless and exhausted, with a slightly pale complexion and large beads of sweat falling from her forehead.
Just arriving at Zhao Mountain City, she saw from afar a faint white light within the city like a sea, accompanied by the continuous sound of Sanskrit chants.
The city walls were densely lined with banners, looking as if they were bracing for a formidable enemy.
She also noticed a gigantic breach at the city gates, presumably the aftermath of the battle's shockwaves had blasted a piece of the wall away.
There remained an overbearing and fierce Sword Intent, lingering for a long time without dispersing, as if it wanted to split the entire city in two.
There was no need to ask; the battle was already over.
She had failed to arrive in time to lend her support.
