Fast.
Too fast!
Against the white snow, the scarlet was glaring.
Scalding blood splashed onto the ice and snow, melting pits of varying sizes like sulfuric acid, mottled and scattered.
Half a body lay half-submerged, its waist and abdomen sunk beneath the snow, only its calves exposed.
Hunting Tigers and Wolf Smoke fought without pause.
The True Image fighters crisscrossing the battlefield fell deathly silent in an instant.
Sick Tiger Su He Ba Lu had never imagined that Boar Beast Mengke would be beheaded within thirty breaths!
Not only were the Northern Court Grandmasters shocked—even Da Shun's True Image fighters were stunned.
The silver-armored soldier who had stood beside General He that morning was this fierce?
One of the Eight Beasts.
Knocked down with a single spear?
Having landed his strike, Liang Qu's Eye Consciousness Method pricked him with countless needles—all of them people after his life. Having become the target of all arrows, he did not linger. He grabbed Boar Beast Mengke by the hair and, enduring the states of "high fever," "nausea," and "dizziness," soared straight upward, leaving the battlefield at once.
"Stay!"
A furious roar came from behind him. An invisible intimidation seemed to ride within the sound waves, exploding directly beside Liang Qu's ear. His head buzzed with dizziness, and in that brief pause, his peripheral vision caught snow and dust dancing wildly across the plains.
Sick Tiger Su He Ba Lu broke through the blockade and raced ten li. The wind coiled into a white dragon; behind it, a dragon head reared high and came snarling after him!
Though he moved later, he arrived first.
What speed!
Liang Qu's heart tightened as he gripped his bow.
Scarlet light intertwined across the Abyssal Wood Bow. Not only did it manifest a bowstring, it also drew forth