He saw Fang Zhen, then glanced at the warbow nearby.
At that moment, Fang Zhen also considered using the warbow to shoot down the Poisonous Soaring Ghosts one by one, but after a moment's thought, he decided it wouldn't work.
'There are at least a thousand Poisonous Soaring Ghosts. How many can I shoot down with just one bow?'
'Besides, the iron arrows for the warbow are limited. I could probably only take down eight or nine of them, which wouldn't make a decisive difference.'
From the rear, West also rushed onto the city wall.
West saw that the flagstones of the city wall had been corroded, leaving pits over ten centimeters deep. The surface was now uneven, like a huge honeycomb briquette, or even a sponge.
Seeing such a scene of devastation, West couldn't help but let out an anxious cry.
The aberrations besieging the city below the wall seemed to sense that the defenders above had suffered a devastating blow.
