The flames dancing atop the city walls flickered across Li Muyang's face, shadowing it with uncertainty.
Yan Xiaoru stood on the ramparts, her gaze coldly surveying the vast encampment of the Blood Lotus Cult beyond the city.
The continuous stretch of tents unfurled in the darkness, sprawling into its deepest reaches.
Clad in armor and red headbands, the devotees of the Blood Lotus Cult carried swords and halberds, patrolling incessantly around their tents.
The large banners representing the various helmsmen and incense masters of the Blood Lotus Cult fluttered in the dark.
Seven helmsmen and four incense masters, each leading six banner leaders... During this turmoil in Tianjiao City, it seemed the Blood Lotus Cult had drawn out all their forces.
In eerie silence, they had laid in ambush, tens of thousands of ordinary devotees, outside Tianjiao City.
