In the courtyard shrouded in darkness, enemies were waiting to land a critical hit on Zhang Heng. Zhang Heng's words were like a chant that opened the doors of hell, breaking loose minions of bloodthirsty evil spirits. They charged at Zhang Heng like moths attracted by the fire. The maid carrying the lantern adjacent to them finally drew her tachi. At the same time, at least three knives slashed at different parts of Zhang Heng's body.
In a moment of life and death, Zhang Heng did not lose his calm, firmly holding the katana with one hand and his wakizashi in the other.
