The night was as quiet as water while a bloody smell filled the air. The siege was still ongoing. Ou Yangming dashed and mercilessly killed anyone that blocked his path as though he was dissecting the enemy's formation like a sharp blade.
"Kill!" He stabbed forward and pared with his spear, causing an Intermediate Spiritualist's heart to be destroyed. Consequently, blood splattered out with heat.
It was then when a giant sword pierced through the dark sky with cold intent. A spiritual Qi thread surrounded the handle, and it spread deep into the dark.
Ou Yangming's face changed. Being able to maneuver a sword with spiritual power was one of the traits of a top-grade Spiritualist. He would not be shocked if that was all, but the sword was as heavy as a mountain.
