Chapter 952: An Explanation

Precisely because many had realized this problem, the Daqian army was shrouded in a despair.

Yet it was precisely under this atmosphere of extreme tension and fear.

The Daqian army still bore the immense pressure, fighting the Cangling army to the death, absolutely refusing to surrender!

Even if only one person remained in the entire army, they would still be willing, for the faith in their hearts, to let out a final roar toward the fully armed Cangling army!

Such conduct moved Jiang Xuanji and Yuwen Cheng immensely.

After witnessing the Daqian army's terrifying tenacity and iron will.

They would not doubt in the slightest that, had their own Great King not appeared, this rotten and crumbling Daqin would surely have been overthrown by the united Daqian!

The Daqian dynasty—such an opponent is truly worthy of respect!

Not long after.

The Daqian dynasty, the royal capital.

At this moment, the Wang Gong was utterly silent; a heavy and oppressive atmosphere permeated every corner of space.

The civil and military officials all kept their heads lowered, staring at their own toes, silent.

Upon closer inspection, one would find their faces abnormally pale, without the slightest trace of color.

Beads of sweat also kept streaming down their foreheads, running along their chins and dripping onto the floor tiles.

If outsiders were to witness this scene, how could they possibly imagine that before this day, these people had still worn an extremely excited and delighted expression?

What changed all this was the news the messenger had just brought back.

After a long silence.

Upon the throne at the very top.

The Qian King, who was leaning on a cane with both hands and had his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes and said in an extremely hoarse voice, "Daqin... has fallen?"

His tone was complex, brimming with all sorts of emotions.

Immediately after, he suddenly reached out to clutch his chest; his chest heaved continuously, and the sound of coughing came from his mouth.

A fishy taste surged in his throat, and he vomited a large mouthful of bright red fresh blood!

"Your Majesty!"

The National Master Su Xiaofeng suddenly appeared behind the Qian King, extended both hands to support him, and channeled gentle spiritual power to curb the injuries within his body.