Dark clouds massed overhead, and everyone gripped their weapons tightly. The smell of gunpowder grew thicker by the second, and a great battle was about to erupt.
"Kill!!"
Accompanied by a heart-rending war cry, dozens of people from both sides charged out at once, crashing together like two raging torrents.
Wu, Old General Yan Can with his stone staff, Water Lord, River Goddess, and the others led the charge. The Night Watch's forces on the opposite side also formed up. In an instant, the scene became utterly chaotic. Roars, screams, the clashing of blades and axes, and the sound of flesh being cleaved apart all blended together. The scene was not only bloody but bizarre as well. Everyone present was either an anomaly or a high-level disciple, and the strangeness of their methods far exceeded the limits of ordinary imagination.
Because of the Fatty, Jiang Cheng had noticed the old beggar early on. He saw the man crouching calmly near the edge of the battlefield, taking a chopstick from his robes. While tapping the chopstick against the chipped bowl in his hand, he shouted with all his might. However, the battlefield was too chaotic, and Jiang Cheng could not make out what he was shouting.
A woman wearing the Dark Army's uniform noticed the old beggar and charged toward him. But in the next second, the old beggar raised his chopstick and suddenly pointed it at her. Without making any other move, the Dark Army woman froze, then pitched forward onto the ground, her body lying in a pool of blood.
Immediately afterward, a bloody object suddenly appeared inside the old beggar's chipped bowl. Tang Qisheng's blood eye saw it clearly: it was a still-beating heart.
"This man's methods are bizarre. I'm afraid I'll lose several more of my generals."