Jiang Jiang!!
Jiang You!!!
"Oh wow, the missus is gonna bite the dust~"
Yan Chi saw the falling figure and panicked. He immediately ran toward where she was falling.
But halfway there,
he stopped.
He stared blankly upward.
In midair, Jiang You, who had fallen halfway down, suddenly had an open black umbrella in her hand.
The hurricane dragged the black umbrella rapidly upward.
At the same time, a hurricane carrying countless daggers poured out from her palm. For a moment, Yan Chi could see only howling winds above him, with the daggers slicing through them and gleaming blindingly.
Then came one shrill scream after another.
"It's raining..."
Yan Chi felt something land on his face. He raised a hand and wiped it, finding his fingertips covered in scarlet.
Then a rain of blood mixed with chunks of flesh came crashing down, like hail.
Enormous hail.
He hurriedly crouched down, covering his head. He controlled several nearby rotting corpses to rush over and crouch in a circle, shielding him beneath them.
"Crash!!"
"Bang bang bang!"
"Boom!!"
"Jiang You, may you die a horrible death!!!"
"Ahhh!!"
"Spare me, spare me! I don't want to die!!"
"Demoness, I'll fight you to the death!!"
"..."
Desperate screams rang across the sky.
One flying cavalryman and psychic after another was torn apart by the hurricane.
Chunks of flesh, blood, bone fragments, and bird feathers drifted down in a flurry.
Holding the umbrella, Jiang You slowly descended back to the spot where she had originally been standing, as though she had never moved at all.
She reached out and pulled the ice spike from her chest, tossing it to the ground with a clang.
The egg-sized wound in her chest was horrifying to behold. The sharp tip of the ice spike had already pierced