Miao Menlong and Shan Zhi shouldered the heavy responsibility of guarding the supplies, preparing rigorously with Shi Feiyang's ninety guards.
At this moment, the world seemed to be completely shrouded in a veil of darkness, the cries of battle shook the heavens and the earth, as if to tear apart the sky.
Smoke rolled and spread, a pungent smell like thick fog filled every inch of the air, the scene of slaughter before their eyes was like Human Purgatory, exuding a deathly aura that chilled the heart.
Miao Menlong's expression was as frosty stern, his eyes as sharp as the most acute hawk in the cold night, revealing a penetrating insight. His strong bow was drawn like a full moon, the bowstring taut, emitting a faint trembling hum, with the sharp arrow steadily perched, ready to release.
Suddenly, his pupils constricted, tightly locking onto a beautiful and fierce woman rushing madly with a sword.
