The sound of hooves and weapons clashing shook the earth, thinning the thick fog as two pitch-black figures appeared in the distance.
The two of them rode the wind, with circles of golden light rippling around them.
Dong Gong Ruoshu's eyes lit up, and without even thinking, she immediately recalled the Daoist mentioned by Yuan Qi, realizing that these must be the ones as she saw them easily breaking through layers of soldiers.
With a grand gesture, she ordered a second wave of swift arrows to rain down from the sky.
The arrows formed a dense fan-like shape, showering down by the thousands upon the Daoist.
Once again, the Daoist raised the sword, letting it fly from his hand. Instantly, it sliced through the storm like a fierce wind tearing the arrow rain to pieces. As the corpse soldiers and corpse generals pressed in, he slid through them like a swimming fish, not even requiring graceful footwork, as the glint of swords and knives swept over like oil on water.
