The piercing whistle of arrows grazed past the soldiers' necks. Whenever someone got hit and stopped moving, the enemy seized the opportunity to unleash a volley of arrows, exploding around the wounded like pine needles.
Hunting Tiger and Wolf Smoke, with blood courage rising to their faces, fearlessly climbed the city walls, slashing madly at the enemy's heads with sabers, pouring into Shuofang Platform City from the Golden Channel.
The three armies surged forward like a tidal wave.
Below Shuofang Platform City, the earth trembled, the foggy snowfields churned with gray-white smoke and dust, and archers closed in from both sides like wings, forming a swaying blood-red wave.
The wave swept over the land, leaving behind only piles of bones.
The fox of the Eight Beasts's upper body disintegrated, falling from the sky to the earth, plunging from burning clouds into raging tides, splashing a small, rarely noticed spray of blood.
