Screams echoed intermittently, as soldiers in the defending army or noble family's sons were wounded beneath the sharp claws and teeth of the Exotic Beasts, blood staining the ramparts bright red, indistinguishable whether it was human blood or beast blood.
The night had long fallen, the cold moonlight casting upon the Earth, adding a touch of tragic grandeur and desolation.
By the light of the moon and the torches, five silhouettes stood like five eternal statues, firmly holding the frontline at the pass.
No matter how strong the Exotic Beasts charging forward were, they could not penetrate those five sword nets. Though there were only five, below their position at the front of the pass, lay nearly a thousand Exotic Beast corpses, including some as powerful as those in the Great Sword Realm.
Looking at Han Yan's white sword robe stained bright red, gazing at that pure and incredibly beautiful yet sacred and inviolable
