But in the blink of an eye, the seemingly impregnable Luoyang City had already been completely breached by the endless tide of corpses.
The peace that had lasted for over two hundred years was gone, never to return.
Initially isolated screams suddenly connected into a chorus, and besides the piercing stench of decay and burning, a thick scent of blood now permeated the city.
"Official Army, save me!"
"Don't kill me, ah!"
"..."
Nie Hongying, tasked with an important mission, and her accompanying White Tiger Elite Soldiers hardened their hearts and paid no attention to the cries for help from the civilians.
Carrying the "national fate" divination derived from the life sacrifice by the Winter Official, they fought desperately, finally making their way to the city's east gate after a difficult battle.
However, a troop bearing lotus-patterned clothes had long been waiting, at ease, for their arrival.
