The Death of the Empress Ji

[Life Status: Thirteen Percent]

[Life Status: Twelve Percent]

[Life Status: Thirteen Percent]

[Life Status: Twelve Percent]

The numbers displayed by the life detector on Ji Chuli's retina jumped wildly.

He could dimly see the sky darken, as countless shards of blood rained down and burst apart.

A figure in black robes kept bringing his spear crashing down, like a God of Slaughter.

Heaven and earth wept blood, and an endless, bleakly cold wind swept across all of Ji Prefecture.

Xia Yuan brought down his blade, and the Seventh Marshal of Ji Prefecture fell!

The Third Marshal of Ji Prefecture, Ji Yanqing, was driven back step by step. The Sixth Marshal had been beaten so badly that his body broke apart and he fell moments ago. He was still alive, but barely clinging to life.

"Heaven means to destroy me..."

Ji Yanqing's eyes reddened as she looked down.

Chen Yan was still slaughtering the army.

"Useless, useless, useless!" Ji Yanqing's long whip swept aside the blade light Xia Yuan sent slashing toward her. Now, she laid all her hatred at Ji Chuli's feet.

He had led an army of five hundred thousand, yet he hadn't managed to put Chen Yan at even the slightest disadvantage.

Ji Yanqing's throat choked with emotion. Her whip lashed like a snake, forcing Xia Yuan back once more as he came at her.

"Get out of my way!!!"

She spat blood and roared, then turned into a streak of light and charged toward Chen Yan.

Even if she died, she would kill Chen Yan.

But just then,

Buddha's light suddenly blazed across the heavens, and boundless Buddhist chants rang through the world.

Ji Yanqing's eyes narrowed as she stared in disbelief.

Ten thousand golden rays surged around her.

The phantom of a thousand-armed divine