Soon, the black-armored soldiers split into two factions. The harsh, grating sounds of metal weapons rubbing and colliding—*clank, clank, clang, screech, screech*—shattered the air.
Every single minute, men fell to the ground with groans, while those behind them trampled over the fallen corpses, pressing forward to thrust and stab.
Xuan and the Spirit Guards stood high above in the clouds, witnessing these "unforgettable" moments. His expression was icy cold, like Judge Bao with a darkened face, and even though the sounds of slaughter below shook the heavens, he remained entirely unmoved.
Chapter 329