Rite

"Kill!" Li Huowang, Yellow Talismans pasted to his knees, charged into the crowd like a bloody afterimage wrapped in a heavy stench of blood, stirring up a gale of gore. His blood-red Daoist Robe grew even redder.

Though Li Huowang stood deep within the enemy camp, enemies as far as the eye could see, the advantage was clearly his.

Suddenly, Li Huowang heard the keen tremor of the ground. He swiftly turned and saw a four-horse chariot charging toward him from afar with unstoppable momentum.

With a turn of his wrist, cold light flashed, and the chariot rushing at him was instantly cleaved in two.

The next instant, a black shadow crawled out of Li Huowang's own shadow. Raising the Obsidian Dagger in its hand, it struck at Li Huowang's waist from an exceptionally tricky angle.

But after dealing with the Fa Sect for so long, how could Li Huowang possibly fail to guard against such a move? An eye of Li Sui had long since grown on the back of his head.

He twisted aside, dodging the attack, then raised the longsword in his hand and slashed directly at his opponent.

With a whoosh, Li Huowang suddenly felt darkness descend from all directions. The surrounding Fa Sect Believers seemed to have answered some summons and sprang up one after another.

They blotted out the sky, blocking the sunlight overhead. Raising their weapons high, they roared as they leaped toward Li Huowang.

At the same time, the Witch Minister whom Li Huowang had struck disregarded his own life and death, using all his strength to clamp Li Huowang's wrist between his feet, trying to restrain his movements completely.

From beneath the ground, two pointed hooks tore through the earth and latched tightly onto the tops of Li Huowang's feet.

Clearly,