The Blood Butcher Immortal, Heavenly Punishment Will Descend! The Qin Army Will Be Defeated!

A shrill, mournful wailing drifted in on the wind.

At first, it was faint and intermittent, but within moments, the sound became sharp and distinct, as if countless vengeful spirits were shrieking in unison.

"When he killed me, he flayed my skin to make a drumhead and pulled my tendons to make bowstrings!

He stole my remaining lifespan to bolster his own ferocity! Is this killing an enemy? This is the demonic art of harvesting life and dismembering bodies!"

"My heart and liver were dug out to feed vicious dogs! My soul was locked within his weapon, burned by Sha Qi day and night!

Every time he kills a man, his demonic power grows, but our resentment reaches the heavens, and the Heavens themselves are watching!"

"And you still follow this monster into battle? Heh, just wait! Once he has drained enough life force from the living, you will be the next to be flayed and broken!"

"Do you dare to sleep soundly? We will drag you down to be our cushions!

The sins he has committed must be borne by you, the Qin Army! Borne by the Qin State!

Your monarch, your people, all shall suffer for these monstrous crimes!!

None of you! Shall! Die! A natural death!"

"If the Blood Butcher does not die, divine retribution will surely come! The Qin Army will be defeated! Defeated—!"

The wailing and curses coalesced into a wave of sound that crashed against the city walls, turning the faces of countless soldiers pale.

Even the veteran who had previously spoken up for Zhao Cheng looked into the night with suspicion and unease.

The sound was far too vivid, too shrill and sorrowful; it truly sounded like the howling of restless ghosts.

Yet, having fought in so many wars, they had never encountered