Zhao Ya headed towards the North Gate.
At this moment, the rain was pouring heavier, and the low-lying areas of the city had accumulated deep water. The usually gentle Jade Belt River had also become turbulent.
From time to time, there were crashes and faint cries, the sound of makeshift adobe houses collapsing from the rain.
Zhao Ya glided over the eaves with a cold look in his eyes.
The thing he worried about the most had indeed happened.
For just now, warning fires had flared up simultaneously at the gates to the south and north.
Although there were preparations, with reserve teams at the four city gates, and Shang Jingchuan had sent out all his guards,
Zhao Ya knew this was far from enough.
Because this beast invasion had been planned long ago, incomparable to the previous probing attack.
Not to mention anything else, even just the giant birds hovering in the sky were extremely troublesome.
