Ascending the Tower to Gaze Afar into Smoke and Dust, Still Counting the Remaining Soldiers to Be Gathered

The thirty thousand Blood-Clad Army soldiers marched in perfect unison, their movements sharp and decisive. Every one of them was like a cheetah that had been coiled and ready for long, agile in form and erupting with earth-shaking speed and power. Their charging footsteps converged into muffled thunder as they swept into the chaotic Donghu army in an instant, carrying an icy killing intent.

A flash of cold light from a longsword, lifted along with the momentum, sent dazzling yet lethal sprays of blood soaring through the air. Warm blood splattered out, staining the ground beneath their feet and the soldiers' armor red.

Already panicked and scared out of their wits, the Donghu army scarcely had time to offer any resistance before the Blood-Clad Army tore through their formation as though entering uninhabited territory.

The Blood-Clad Army soldiers struck with ruthless cruelty. Their motions as they harvested lives were as effortless and casual as chopping melons and slicing vegetables, without the slightest bit of hesitation or waste.

One had to know that even if this Donghu army had maintained a complete formation and organized a full-force counterattack, they would still have been no match for the Blood-Clad Army—let alone now, when they had long since lost all fighting spirit and become a scattered heap of sand.

Thus, this clash swiftly turned into a one-sided slaughter with no suspense whatsoever.

The Blood-Clad Army soldiers raised their blades and brought them down without pause. Their physical strength far surpassed that of ordinary men, and paired with killing techniques honed to perfection, every movement was stripped down to the utmost simplicity and sharpened to the utmost ferocity, taking enemy lives with maximum efficiency.

There were no superfluous moves. Every strike went straight for a vital point, every move fatal.

After the thirty thousand