The moon had ascended to the mid-heaven, yet the wind showed no intention of ceasing, sweeping the entire night sky clean like a piece of dark blue crystal.
Today coincided with the mid-month, the brilliance of the full moon bathed the world in a clear light, even the stars were hidden from view.
In this night that seemed like daylight, a fierce battle was raging in Yan Capital City.
"Yan Xizhao, must you really exterminate us all?" Wei Tianlin couldn't help but shout.
Once high and mighty, he now bore none of his former arrogance, his body covered in scars and in a sorry state.
Yan Xizhao didn't bother to exchange words with him, merely waved her hand.
In an instant, the army behind her surged forward like a tide.
Despair surfaced on Wei Tianlin's face.
By now, there were few guards left by his side.
Although Yan Xizhao's side had also suffered heavy losses, they still held an overwhelming advantage.
