Hidden Crisis

732 Hidden Crisis

After a day of organizing manpower, clearing the ruins, and restoring order, Zhuozhou City finally began to regain some signs of life.

After the melee, everyone in the city was on edge. Inside and outside the city, everything lay bleak and desolate.

Zhuozhou City was steeped in rust-colored moonlight. Yan Tianxing stepped across dried blood puddles on the bluestone pavement, his boot crushing half of a bloodstained bone flute.

Some of the barbarian tribesmen had also lain in ambush inside the city, but they had not played much of a role.

Xiao Muyun followed half a step behind him. Thirteen golden beads on the Jade Abacus at his waist had cracked, three of them shattered in the previous battle when they had forcefully clashed with the Han Family's Mysterious Ice Mirror.

"Seventy percent of the grain in the western city warehouse was lost to fire and looting." Xiao Muyun's voice was hoarse as his fingertip traced the cracks in the abacus. "Before withdrawing, the Zhao Family threw Bone Rotting Grass into the wells. Within three months..."

He suddenly staggered and braced himself against a broken wall, blood seeping from his cuff. During the earlier battle, he had been struck by one of the Zhao Family assassins' Blood Fiend Talismans, and only now had the dark-green poison stains appeared.

Yan Tianxing said, "I told you not to fight like this. If, after fighting to the very end, I'm the only one left again, then what meaning would that have?"

The instant he finished speaking, Yan Tianxing's Vast Sea Sword sprang from its sheath. Three Blood Talismans burst from the ground in the ruins of a collapsed residence ten zhang away.

"It's the Zhao clan's Three Corpses Soul Locking Curse!"

The Blood Talismans coiled toward Xiao Muyun's heart like