Inside and outside Wenshan Commandery, cries of slaughter shook the heavens. The Blood Alliance army and the city's defenders fought a savage battle, with men falling dead or wounded every moment.
Roars and anguished cries mingled together. The thick stench of blood rose into the sky, stirring the winds and clouds until their colors changed.
In midair, the tremendous clash of metal rang like war drums, shaking everything within ten miles.
The man shrouded in black mist suddenly launched a sneak attack, only for Guo Changming to block it with ease. Seemingly startled, he unleashed a brilliant radiance from his curved saber, like a new moon rising to hang in the heavens.
An icy chill blanketed heaven and earth. Hundreds upon thousands of cold gleams became unfathomable killing strokes, surging toward Wu Changming like a tide.
Wu Changming's expression was stern and murderous. Without retreating, he formed a fist seal and punched out with a force of countless tons, instantly shattering the rippling waves of cold light.
Wu Changming's gaze sharpened. As the radiance scattered, the black-robed man's figure grew faint, like a phantom melting into the air, then abruptly vanished before his eyes.
"Think you can escape?"
Wu Changming snorted coldly and stamped down, as though stepping on solid ground. The invisible air exploded, sending powerful waves rushing in every direction.
Amid that raging gale, Wu Changming shot forward like thunder and lightning. A single step carried him two or three dozen yards, trailing a tremendous thunderclap.
With thunder rumbling behind him, he swiftly departed the battlefield.
Zou Changming pursued the fleeing black-robed man, both moving as swiftly as streaks of light. In mere moments, they had traveled dozens of miles. A great rumbling arose ahead, where a long river barred their path, its swift currents battering both banks.