Drip, drip~
Blood trickled down the edge of the square blackstone table. Grand Marshal Niboso held a curved blade, his long hair hanging loose around him.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
The Vice Marshal leaned against the wall as the layer of light membrane enveloping the stone chamber slowly faded.
"How... how could you be this strong?"
The Vice Marshal covered his throat with one hand, but blood kept seeping through his fingers.
"The glory of the Penil family? How many years ago was that?"
Grand Marshal Niboso smiled as he spoke. He was using the curved blade in his hand to cut his own long hair. Every time he fought, his hair grew rapidly, which gave him a headache.
"Only losers spend every day wondering whether the times will change. You're a direct descendant of the Penil family?"
Strands of black hair fell to the ground. After cutting his hair short, Niboso patted the stubble on his shoulders.
"You should have investigated properly before starting a mutiny. In any case, I was once known as a demigod decades ago. I personally executed the last Tsar of the Penil family."
With that, Grand Marshal Niboso flicked his curved blade. It pierced the Vice Marshal's throat and pinned him to the wall.
The smile on Grand Marshal Niboso's face slowly vanished. He did not care about the Vice Marshal's betrayal. What truly concerned him was the surrounding battlefield. He was indeed a demigod, but if the troops under his command were wiped out or scattered, he would die here as well. The Milu army had far too many ways to deal with demigods.
At the edge of the battlefield near Rongsha Fortress, the troops under Su Xiao had just arrived when they were blocked by the Milu army.
Su Xiao had nearly sixty