Lu Yun's gaze turned cold and gloomy as he slipped back into the crowd.
He now at least had the strength of 25 manes; killing an ordinary Cold Resistance Level soldier with a sneak attack was naturally an easy task.
Only, just this one was still not enough!
Lu Yun twisted his head, searching within the crowd, and very soon he saw on the enemy's flank a General and Officer whose clothes and gear were clearly of higher rank; his eyes instantly lit up.
He blended into the crowd like a viper, edging his way toward that man.
Lu Yun was nothing more than a miniature reflection of the whole.
Han Li, Zhu Baixu, along with several hundred other Cold Resistance Level cultivators, and even those 700 at the Earth-digging Realm Limit who had rushed over later, were at this moment also mixing into the crowd in their own ways, constantly looking for chances to strike at isolated Beishuo Town Defense Army soldiers.
