68: Chapter 68 You should at least put up some resistance!

Of course, dying in the City Lord World was not death in the true sense.

According to the rules, after a City Lord died here, they would be teleported back to Earth, back to their original world.

Their physical body would not truly perish.

But—

The sensation of death was exactly the same.

When a blade cuts into the body, it is truly painful.

When fire burns the body, it is truly scorching.

When an arrow pierces the body, that tearing sensation is no different from real death.

If it were not an absolute last resort... he really did not want to die!

Most importantly!

Once he died, he would never be able to enter the City Lord World again.

Never!

The rules of the City Lord World were just that cruel.

Die once, and the qualification was gone.

He would never be able to be a City Lord again in this lifetime.

His future... would be completely ruined.

"No... this can't be..."

City Lord Zhang Hao's teeth were chattering.

"I cannot die here..."

"I cannot..."

Just when he was terrified to the extreme—

"Open the city gates!"

Outside the city, another earth-shattering shout came through.

The sound waves passed through the city walls, through the streets, through the gates and windows of the City Lord's mansion, and slammed heavily against City Lord Zhang Hao's eardrums.

His body trembled violently.

His heart gave a fierce jolt.

"Open—the—city—gates—!"

Another shout.

It was more synchronized and louder than before.

The voices of five thousand people converged, sounding like rolling thunder.

City Lord Zhang Hao felt as if his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

"Open—the—city—gates—!"

Another shout.

It was very rhythmic.

Every ten seconds or so, there was a synchronized shout.

Once.

And again.

And again.

It was like a giant hammer rhythmically striking the gates of Han City.

It was also like striking City Lord Zhang Hao's heart.

With every shout, his heart rate accelerated.

He even felt like he was about to have a heart attack.

"Thump—thump—thump—"

He could hear his own heartbeat.

It was abnormally fast.

It was abnormally violent.

He even suspected that he might be scared to death before Zhou Yun broke in.

No!

He could not just sit and wait for death!

What to do, what to do, what to do...

That's it!

The phone!

I can still make a call!!

His eyes instantly brightened.

He had been too panicked just now and had actually forgotten about using a voice call!

Wang Shuai might be busy with something.

But even if he was busy, could he really not see the messages or hear the ringtone?

He hurriedly picked up his phone with trembling hands and tapped on Wang Shuai's profile picture again.

"Beep—beep—beep—"

No one answered.

He hung up and dialed again.

"Beep—beep—beep—"

Still no answer.

He hung up again and dialed again.

"Beep—beep—beep—"

The third time, still no answer.

City Lord Zhang Hao had bitten his lips until they bled.

He refused to give up and dialed four or five more times in succession.

Every time it was just "beep—beep—beep—".

Every time it went unanswered.

Wang Shuai... what on earth was he doing?

Not replying to messages?

Not answering calls either?

His last hope... was gone too.

The phone slipped from his hand and hit the floor with a "clatter".

He did not go to pick it up.

He no longer had the strength to pick it up.

"Open—the—city—gates—!"

The synchronized shouts outside the city continued.

One shout after another.

Rhythmic, unhurried, and steady.

It was as if they were saying—we are not in a hurry, we can wait.

But you, you cannot afford to wait!

City Lord Zhang Hao crouched on the ground, clutching his head with both hands, trembling all over.

His mind was in chaos.

What to do?

What to do?

What to do?

Surrender?

No... if he surrendered, he would have nothing left.

The city would go to the other side, and he would be eliminated.

Run?

Where to run? Run outside the city?

With his weak little limbs, he wouldn't survive three days out there either!

Fight?

Forty-nine against five thousand?

Fight with what?

He could not think of any solution.

Just when he was on the verge of a breakdown—

"Creak—"

A sound reached his ears.

Very deep.

Very heavy.

Accompanied by the "clack-clack-clack" sound of metal grinding.

It sounded like something massive was moving slowly.

City Lord Zhang Hao's heart gave a violent jolt.

This sound...

He was too familiar with it.

This was—

The sound of the city gates!

It was the sound of the city gates being pushed open!

His face instantly turned deathly pale.

No...

Impossible!

He hadn't ordered the city gates to be opened!

Who?

Who opened them?!

Who opened them?!!!

City Lord Zhang Hao sprang up from the ground and stumbled out of the City Lord's mansion.

He didn't care about his weak legs or his fear; he ran desperately in the direction of the city gates.

But when he arrived—

It was already too late.

The heavy gates of Han City were slowly, irresistibly...

Opening wide to both sides.

It was the City Guards!

City Lord Zhang Hao understood at a glance.

Those who pushed open the city gates were none other than that bunch of damned City Guards under his command!

There had been no battle.

No resistance whatsoever.

They hadn't even given him a heads-up.

They had just opened the city gates—like that.

City Lord Zhang Hao's eyes were bloodshot and red, his temples throbbing.

"You..."

His voice was so hoarse it didn't sound human.

"I raised you all—just for you to surrender?!"

No one answered him.

Of course no one answered.

At this moment, the City Guards at the city gate had already consciously dropped their weapons on the ground and knelt in a row.

They were waiting for those five thousand people outside the city to enter.

City Lord Zhang Hao gritted his teeth in hatred.

He wished he could rush up and strangle these useless people one by one.

Not even fighting!

Not even bothering to pretend!

Five thousand against forty-nine, they couldn't win.

But at least put up some resistance!

Even if it was just to stall for time so he could think of a solution!

But these people... they had even opened the gates for him.

As if they were afraid those people outside wouldn't find it easy to enter.

But as much as he cursed, City Lord Zhang Hao still had a final shred of clarity left in his mind.

He knew—now was not the time to dwell on this.

Once the city gates opened, those five thousand Professionals would enter the city immediately!

He was about to be finished!

So he had only one choice—

Hide!

With that thought, he turned and ran.

He lowered his head, hunched his back, and like a frightened mouse, desperately darted into the alleys in the north of the city.

Han City was not large, but it had many alleys, many corners, and many dead ends.

As long as he hid well, perhaps he could escape this disaster!

That was what he was thinking.

...

On the other side.

The Flower City army entered the city.

Walking at the very front was Lei Lie.

The aura of a Silver Rank warrior was fully unleashed, his gaze cold and sharp.

Behind him were five thousand Professionals wearing Black Iron Rank crimson sets, their formation neat, their footsteps steady.

No cheering, no roaring.

Just like walking into their own home—composed, quiet.