Lin Qingfeng stood by the battlements, looking at the hundred-thousand-strong imperial army in the distance.
This was the grandeur of having the entire nation as your enemy.
He had to admit, the game's scene rendering was on point, especially the realism. This was precisely the Ashen Heaven Group's advantage, putting them in a league of their own against other game companies in the Ninth District.
That hundred-thousand-strong army arranged in a phalanx of longspears, along with the few hundred Cultivators zipping about in mid-air on flying swords, Dusters, and gourds—the lighting effects were truly impressive.
If this were a F2P player, they would have just surrendered and begged some whale to carry them.
But Lin Qingfeng was different. He was a whale himself! He didn't need to latch onto anyone else!
The old Confucian scholar at the fore, his beard bristling with rage, pointed a finger at the current Grand Tutor below, who was trembling with anger.
