The dilapidated Long Street was filled with the eerie blooms of bone blade flowers, budding yet tainted with minced meat and fresh blood. It felt as if one had fallen into the eighteen levels of hell.
Qin soldiers swarmed across the fields, surrounding the street so thoroughly that not a drop of water could pass through. They clanged their weapons together as if sounding war drums, shouting cheers for the Lord Wu'an, Bai Qi. Their united voices tore through the sky.
At this moment, the cries of slaughter shook the heavens, and the stench of blood filled the air!
"Move away!" Tang Zheng couldn't bear to see the loyal man die, but he was utterly powerless to intervene. The distance between them was too far; even instant teleportation couldn't close the gap in time.
That slight moment of distraction allowed Bai Qi to seize Tang Zheng's arm and viciously slam him into the ground.
