Watching elite Wei Army soldiers vanish one batch after another beneath those great sleeves, Wei Bai's face went deathly pale, panic and fury overtaking him. "St-stop, stop, stop, stop!!"
"You stop right there!"
Daliang's last struggling strength was about to vanish completely.
He suddenly gathered his courage, gripped his sword with both hands, and charged at the woman.
His blade tore through the air, carrying his final resolve.
King Jia of Wei, watching from the steps, was terrified out of his wits. Yet a measure of admiration rose in his heart. Wei Bai was truly a pillar of the nation!
He actually dared to rush at such a bizarre woman!
But in the next instant, the woman did not even glance at Wei Bai from the corner of her eye. She casually flicked her wide sleeve, as though brushing away a flying insect.
Wei Bai's figure halted in midair, then instantly vanished. Even the longsword he had drawn disappeared without a trace.
King Jia of Wei's legs gave way, and with a "thump," he collapsed onto the stone steps. He looked up at Zhao Cheng, who still hovered menacingly high overhead, his black Great Halberd gleaming with a bone-chilling coldness beneath the sun.
Then he turned toward the city outskirts, where the Blood-Clad Army's iron cannons stood in a row, their muzzles black as an abyss, as if ready at any moment to spew the flames of death.
Finally, his gaze returned to the woman drifting forward.
With every step she took, Wei Army soldiers vanished.
Blood Butcher Yama before him, an eerie demoness behind him.
King Jia of Wei let out three miserable laughs, each filled with despair. At last, he struggled to his feet and walked toward the woman.
"At least... dying soundlessly at the hands of such