The great battle unfolds.
Time passes.
An hour.
Two hours.
A mountain of corpses and a sea of blood have already appeared in front of the city from the foreign tribes.
Yet their assault hasn't ceased.
Out of the one hundred thousand troops, half are already lost.
"Zen Master."
"Qin's defenses are tight; at this rate, it's unlikely we'll breach the city."
Witnessing the ferocious siege, with heavy losses, the Wusun Country's commander gazes at the Buddhist Practitioner.
But the Buddhist Practitioner remains calm, sweeping a glance.
"Reinforcements will arrive soon."
"Continue the assault, don't stop."
The Buddhist Practitioner is indifferent to the deaths of these soldiers.
Instead.
As waves of Blood Evil Qi emerge, a subtle aura around the Buddhist Practitioner's body starts pulling, drawing the battlefield's Blood Qi toward him, along with an invisible Spiritual Charm being absorbed.
"Such slaughter-born Spiritual Charm suits me well."
