The tea shot upward, immediately forming a perfect arc of a water curtain above Arthur's head, each droplet still dark red and translucent, competing with the bright moon hanging high above.
Dark red as blood.
Bright as frost.
For a moment, they resonated with each other.
Even if arrows fell like rain and bullets like snow, they would seem dim in comparison.
The lethality of arrows and bullets vanished into thin air within a breath.
Only one thing remained...
Death Qi!
The Death Qi that enveloped the entire manor seemed to grip the attackers' necks with countless hands, robbing them of their last vestiges of vitality.
One body after another tumbled down from the steep cliffs.
By the time they hit the ground, they were already shattered to pieces.
With each sound of flesh and bones breaking, more people appeared atop the cliffs, recklessly scattering the Coarse Salt they held in their hands.
The hissing sound was incessant.
