In the darkened sky, the blood-red axe fireworks stood out starkly.
The citizens of Lingshui City, upon seeing this display, were so terrified that they felt half their souls had left them, running for their lives.
The people around fled quickly, but those approaching came even quicker.
Clatter! Clatter! Clatter! Clatter!
That was the sound of boots on cobblestone streets.
In less than the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, this street was sealed off, as one after another, figures in black strode in.
They held axes in their hands, black headbands wrapped around their heads, exuding a menacing aura.
The crucial part was their steps; in Duan Yun's eyes, these Axe Gang members were practically marching in a disciplined fashion.
Their legs kicked high and landed swiftly, moving in perfect unison, so their footsteps sounded almost in synchrony, like war drums, striking fear into people's hearts.
