In the north, the cultivators have finally broken through Xinlie's wall for good.
With the majority of the She-Wolf General's troops finally slain and her city doused with poisonous fumes, she was driven into a corner. Her beloved demons have fought to their dying breath and honorably laid down their lives in the heat of battle.
Even as they rode through the gaping holes in the city walls, she smiled. Pride was about her visage with dark laughter. "I hope you're happy, Dage. I bought you all the time I could."
They circled around her with their tall white steeds. Not a flicker of fear was present in her golden eyes. She met them with her back straight and chin held high. Though she was cornered now and only death awaited her, Hui Siran couldn't help but feel she had won.
The row of white horses parted, making way for a tall white-robed young master. He was almost matched with her in height but was just a little shorter.
