[If I were afraid of dying, I wouldn't be here!]
[Enough talking. Kill her!]
Shen Tang knew that anyone who had endured days of psychological warfare at Kang's hands and still held firm was either strong-willed or stubborn to the point of sheer obstinacy. Death was something they could embrace calmly, not something they feared and tried to avoid.
Since that was the case, there was nothing more to say.
After only a few exchanges, Shen Tang sent the two of them to meet the King of Hell.
Their headless bodies lay not far from their respective heads. Their faces were drenched in filthy blood, and the footsteps of friend and foe alike rushed past them, indistinguishable. That was their final impression of the world. The battlefield was in chaos; even someone as powerful as Shen Tang couldn't act freely.
She could only rely on her footwork, cutting down every enemy who came into view as best she could. All around her were shouts of battle, clashing weapons, screams, and explosions... Before long, she spotted Kang Shi. At a time like this, she couldn't afford to worry about whether he was a walking plague.
[Ji Shou!]
Her heart nearly leaped into her throat.
In her line of sight, Kang Shi clutched an unfamiliar, broad-bladed sword. The sword he had worn at his waist was nowhere to be seen; only its scabbard remained. He was drenched in blood, gripping the blade with both hands as he twisted aside to evade a sneak attack. His blade slanted down, striking the enemy's neck. He shoved forward and slashed hard. Warm blood gushed from the wound, staining his blood-soaked clothes another shade of filth.
Kang Shi was focused on the fight and didn't notice Shen Tang at all.
After that strike, he flung aside