Zhong Yun's gaze swept over the enemy like a hawk. He knew this battle was inevitable.
"Quickly resolve this!" he muttered in a low voice, his figure instantly transforming into a blur as he charged into the enemy formation.
Shen Yao followed closely behind, an ice-blue longsword dancing in her hand like a nimble snake, claiming several lives with every swing. Fatty Wang used his exquisite mechanism arts to set traps at the edge of the battlefield, blocking the advancing men in black.
Chapter 21