C889 (1/2)

It's far from Tiancheng.

Different from the prosperity of the past, at this time, the city is full of ruins and ruins.

More than half of the high wall outside the city has collapsed, and countless soldiers of the necromancer clan are rampant in the city.

The streets, the alleys, were full of bodies.

The whole city is like hell.

Northwest Lingyuan.

This is the last pure land from Tiancheng.

In addition to the students of Lingyuan, they also took in a large number of refugees in the city.

Under the protection of the northwest Lingyuan defense array, it can barely support and has not been defeated by the dead spirit clan.

However, under the powerful attack of the Necromancers for three days in a row, the defense array began to crumble, which was obviously unstable.

I'm afraid it won't last long.

”Dean, we can only support half a day at most. If we can't wait for reinforcements, I'm afraid we'll all die here.”

Elder Qiu, the elder of the sword hall, is wearing a white beard, and his old face is full of fatigue.

Standing opposite elder Qiu is a middle-aged man with extraordinary momentum. He seems to be integrated with heaven and earth.

He is Xiao Rufeng, the president of the northwest Lingyuan who has never met Mu Yu.

When Li Tiancheng died, he returned to the northwest Lingyuan and led many experts in Li Tiancheng to fight with the army of the dead.

If it had not been for him, the northwest Lingyuan would have been occupied, and it would not have been able to support it until now.

Xiao Rufeng, with both hands on his back and looking into the sky, seems lonely and helpless.

The nearly ten thousand year history of Northwest Lingyuan was finally buried in his hands.

”I see. Please call those old guys over.”

Xiao Rufeng sighed.

”Yes.”

Soon, Mr. Qiu called over the leaders and elders of gongyeming and other churches.

”Dean.”