Blood poured out crazily from his shoulder area, but Tang Chuqing’s expression instead became calm again. His sword returned into his sleeves, and then his palm pressed against his injury.

The bleeding gradually stopped.

He moved, picking up the eight twin-headed hounds he killed and his own arm, landing on a burning hut to the side.

Then, his figure turned into a flowing shadow once more, disappearing into the night.

…

On the previously calm street, countless noises sounded again.

Within the alley around the main porter street, four Great Mang soldiers’ bodies were nailed with arrows, but they still continued to run towards several dozen Yunqin black-armored soldiers ahead.

While running, some arrows fell from the wounds, some crushed flesh falling out from within these Great Mang soldiers’ bodies, to the extent where even some of their inner organs were dragged out. This type of scene was extremely terrifying.

These people clearly already couldn’t be described by the words living human.

However, these Yunqin black-armored soldiers who faced them instead remained extremely calm.

“Aim at their legs! Shoot with more precision!”

An officer calmly commanded. When there were still a dozen or so steps between these four Great Mang...