Terrified citizens of the city fled in panic in all directions. Disregarding his own injuries, Han Xin resolutely stood guard beside them, buying them more time to evacuate.
Wang Zhaojun and Mi Yue confronted each other as a swarm of crows swept in like a black whirlwind, tightly surrounding her.
The long sword in her hand darted and wove through the flock of crows like an agile snake. Every sweep of the blade was accompanied by the mournful cries of the crows as they plummeted to the ground, their feathers scattering through the air.
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