The pitch-black night sky, blood pouring down like rain, torrential.
Several large heads, even still emitting unfinished screams of terror, rolled by. This scene was even more horrifying than a nightmare of Hell, yet Shen Tu Tai and Yu Wenye showed no fear, the two waving swords and spears through the blood rain, stepping over corpses, once again charging into the panicked crowd ahead.
Those people not only had no time to shoot back with bows and arrows, they didn't even have the strength left to draw their swords, they could only desperately urge their horses to escape in flight.
Cold gleams like frost, in an instant, another dozen men were cut down from their horses.
Yu Wenqian was only about ten yards away from them.
Though the night was as dark as ink, he clearly saw Yu Wenye's agile figure like a tiger, charging into the crowd, hacking and slashing left and right, and when he urged his horse to catch up, he was met head-on by a burst of foul wind and blood rain.
