Qin Haotian clashed with the Shadow Guards for a short while. As sword shadows intertwined and light flashed, the air was filled with the piercing, ceaseless sound of metal colliding—a symphony of life and death.
However, the Shadow Guards far surpassed Qin Haotian in both strength and numbers. Every one of his attacks was effortlessly deflected, while the lethal counterattacks of the guards rained down upon him like a violent storm, leaving him struggling to defend himself. Every time a blade lunged toward him, it carried a lethal threat, forcing him to dodge and parry with all his might.
As time slowly ticked by, his wounds grew more numerous. The sight of them was shocking; blood gushed out like a fountain, quickly soaking his clothes, the crimson stain appearing stark and jarring under the sun.
Chapter 28