Dense ranks of black soldiers, like a swarm of black ants, charged at the gray-armored Seven Families Alliance troops atop Feiye City.
Martial arts masters and generals wielded their weapons as they rushed toward the city gates, which should have been sealed shut but were now slowly opening.
"Blissful Rebirth, Fragrance Crossing the Sea!!"
"Blissful Rebirth, Fragrance Crossing the Sea!!"
Amid the cries, many of the Seven Families Alliance soldiers who had been guarding the gates pulled out gray-white cloth strips, tied them around their arms, and roared as they frantically opened the gates and attacked the other Alliance soldiers defending the city.
"Destroy the Seven Families, Revive Feiye!!"
Masses of black-armored, black-shielded soldiers roared as they poured in through the city gates like a spring tide, swiftly taking control of the area.
Armored Qi and Blood masters from Hong Family Fort charged in, killing everyone in sight and sweeping through all before them.
The Seven Families Alliance experts rushed forward to intercept them, and the scene descended into a chaotic melee.
Wei He watched from afar, looking down toward Feiye from the mountaintop.
Flames soared into the sky there. Some building seemed to have been set ablaze again, and though dawn had barely broken, one corner of the sky had already been dyed red.
He, Jiang Su, Wei Ying, and the others stood on a forested slope before a freshly built stone grave.
A crude stone stele stood before the grave, bearing the inscription: Tomb of Master Zheng of Huishan Fist.
Below it, Master Zheng's full name, lifetime accomplishments, and age had been finely carved.
Wei He had carved all of it with his fingers. It inevitably looked somewhat rough, but given the circumstances, this was the only way.
Faint sounds of fighting could be heard in the distance,