Angry roars filled the campsite as flames shot to the sky. The sound of arrows being plucked was comparable to hearts being ripped apart, sending goosebumps down one's body.
Mo Lin led his storm of troops into the enemy's campsite. The way he flicked his long spear, sending blood everywhere, made him look invincible.
Zhu Yue charged in, seeking to resist Mo Lin. Finally, the great generals of the two armies have clashed in a battle to the death. Both were courageous and spirited as they swooped in with bloodshot eyes.
In the sky, a black-gowned warrior from the Shura Sect levitated in the air. In his hand were five spinning talismans. These jade runes emitted an eerie beam as if releasing its extraordinary power of suction to absorb the phantom spirits and spiritual essences of the dead corpses from down below.
