The greatest trouble the undead of Madara, the Land of White Bones, faced was that when the monsters outnumbered them several times over, no tactic could withstand their furious charge like a torrent of crystal.
At such times, their reckless tactics became the best choice instead.
The guards in the camp had only just surged forward when seven or eight monsters had already charged inside. These desperadoes from Rosalin were at most at the Silver Peak level. After all, if they had been any more capable, they would not have needed to suffer this hardship. Even on the other side of the strait, plenty of lords had positions waiting for them as retainers.
A flash of silver appeared in the darkness. The monsters' claws were extremely long, almost completely disproportionate to their bodies standing on the ground. Their four claws were like four crystal blades. With a slash upward, one of them kicked up dust from the ground and formed three long sand blades that swept through the crowd.
The guards who had been standing there did not even have time to scream before they were torn into pieces. Their entrails and shredded flesh fell like a rain of blood.
Inside the carriage, the oil lamp's flame began to sway violently.
Huang Huo draped her coat over the young man before turning back and asking outside, "Mr. Liu, what's going on out there? Why is it so noisy?"
"It's the monsters, Second Miss." Mr. Liu's voice came from outside the carriage. "There are quite a lot of them. Those people may not hold out for long."
Huang Huo froze slightly. Though she was young, she had already grown into a girl with features as beautiful as a painting. Like a little person stepping out of a picture, she slightly