Night fell, and the north wind howled.
The stars were hidden behind layers of cloud, dim and lusterless, as if brewing an atmosphere for the slaughter to come. One did not need to see; merely sniffing the nauseating stench of blood was enough to guess how many had already died. It hadn't rained today, yet the road from the village entrance up to the mountain was slick. Each step splashed through blood-soaked grime, staining the silver armor of the Silver Dragon Guard warriors.
Lord Li’s blade dripped with blood. His plain white robes were mostly stained crimson, though it was unclear whether the blood was his own or another’s. Since General Feng had transferred some martial arts to him last time, he could mobilize a small amount of internal energy—but that was all.
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