"Kill!" Li Huowang, a Yellow Talisman stuck to his knee, charged into the crowd like a blood-hued phantom wrapped in a thick stench of blood, stirring up a storm of gore. The blood-colored Daoist Robe he wore grew even redder.
Though Li Huowang was deep in enemy territory, surrounded by foes as far as the eye could see, the advantage was clearly his.
Suddenly, Li Huowang's keen senses picked up the distinct vibration of the ground. He spun around swiftly, just in time to see a four-horse chariot bearing down on him with unstoppable momentum.
With a twist of his wrist, a cold gleam flashed. The charging chariot was instantly sliced in two.
In the next instant, a dark figure darted from Li Huowang's shadow, brandishing a raised Obsidian Dagger and striking for Li Huowang's waist from an exceedingly tricky angle.
