Destroying Camps and Pulling Up Banners

Yet when faced with Night Rain Startles Strings' third form, this Netherworld Envoy did not display strength equal to his ferocious appearance.

Swish, swish, swish, swish—

Beneath the spinning cuts of those dozen-plus sonic sawblades swooping toward him, in merely a second, the heavy bone armor covering his entire body exploded with bang bang bang sounds into a skyful of bone dust, spraying away with the wind and rain.

His body, too, flew backward in a blood-drenched, wound-covered arc, crashing beneath the stronghold wall into another crippled Netherworld Envoy, and the two slumped together.

Of the two of them now, one had his bone armor completely shattered, exposing a crimson body covered in bone-deep wounds, blood mingling with rainwater and streaming from every gash.

The other was in an even more miserable state, his limbs twisted, his abdomen split open, intestines, stomach, and all manner of organs exposed. He was barely breathing, on the verge of riding a crane westward at any moment.

This was the price of confronting Night Rain Startles Strings head-on.

And at this moment, the twisted faces of the two no longer held their previous indifference and arrogance. All that remained was the dazed bewilderment of survivors and terror seeped deep into their bones.

"How—"

The two trembled and howled hoarsely, "How can such demonic arts exist in this world?! To turn soundwaves into weapons of slaughter, to beat the two of us—into such a state! Aaaahhh!"

The two slumped amid mud and blood, terrified, despairing, and regretful.

Their "aura of superiority" also plunged straight to level one in the blink of an eye, turning them into two heaps of trash that even the Four Great Chieftains could casually stomp on.

Yet even so, Zhang Sanxian had no intention of letting them go.

If he was