Under the moonlight, Black Wind Stronghold looked like a human purgatory. The chilly moonlight spilled over the blood-soaked earth, completely failing to dispel the heavy aura of death. Everywhere lay scattered corpses, and fresh blood dyed the ground a deep, crimson red.
Cries of agony intertwined with the shrieks of women, shattering the originally festive night sky. Those shrill, desperate sounds echoed across the stronghold like the mournful cries of night owls, making one's hair stand on end. Chen Yingjian was like a young demon king descending upon the mortal world, his figure appearing cold and resolute in the moonlight. Each time he swung the Great Splitting Saber, wherever the cold light flashed, numerous people fell in agony beneath the blade. The Great Splitting Saber was like the grim reaper's scythe, ruthlessly harvesting lives.
As one person after another fell, the ground gradually became littered with corpses, with broken weapons scattered among them.
Chapter 73