Both Divine Generals saw Ji Yanzhong's resolve.
"So foolish..."
"What a pity."
They both struck, and Ji Yanzhong charged to the end, reaching Emperor Ying, and was pierced by Yuwen Lie's heavy spear and He Ruoqinhu's horse spear. The elder halted, standing there, blood gushing from his mouth, as he looked at the solemn Emperor Ying.
The two Divine Generals pulled out their weapons, leaving several holes on the elder's body. The blood flowed down, turning his already filthy robe into red, dripping onto the ground. Even as a Grandmaster, his fate was sealed.
Surrounding them were thousands of soldiers, holding spears and crossbows, slowly closing in.
Amidst the fierce weapons, a Martial Artist of the Seven Heavens charging into the formation guarded by two elite Divine Generals was like a tragic and foolish act of seeking death.
Emperor Ying looked down upon him and said:
"Do you have any last words?"
