CLANG, CLANG, CLANG!
Within the canyon, the glint of sabers and the shadows of swords filled the air. A grim, murderous intent and the stench of blood gradually grew thicker.
Half of the Nanyang Guard had already fallen. Hundreds of men had stained this ground with their blood.
"Bastard! You bastard, Di Xuan! You've sent our brothers to their deaths with your own hands!"
Watching the Nanyang Guard fall one after another, Cao Hong roared in fury, his voice filled with hatred. These men who died in battle were his brothers-in-arms, men with whom he had fought and faced death side-by-side.
And now, because of one man's betrayal, they were all being buried here. How could he not be filled with hate?
"Fight them to the death!"
The eyes of the Nanyang Guard were all bloodshot as they descended into a frenzy of slaughter. Their Spears of Slaughter pierced through the bodies of the bandits one by one.
In the sky above, Tan Zhengqing was also enraged to his very limits.
"Kill!"
