"Kill!" Li Huowang, his knees adorned with yellow talismans, charged into the crowd like a blood-red afterimage accompanied by a thick scent of blood, stirring up a storm of gore. His blood-colored Taoist robe became even redder.
Although Li Huowang was in the midst of the enemy camp, surrounded by foes on all sides, the advantage was clearly his.
Suddenly, Li Huowang heard the sharp sound of the ground trembling. He quickly turned around and saw a four-horse chariot charging toward him with great momentum.
With a flick of his wrist, a flash of cold light whizzed by, and the chariot rushing toward him was instantly cleaved in two.
The next moment, a dark shadow emerged from Li Huowang's own shadow, raising an obsidian dagger in hand and lunging at Li Huowang's waist from an incredibly tricky angle.
