Zhao Seven couldn’t hear anything apart from the firing mechanisms of the ballistae that were sending spears hurtling through the air.

If he had a heart, it would most certainly have skipped a beat. He could even sense all of his muscles tense up in this very moment. His mouth was wide agape, and his eyelids twitched uncontrollably. Then, a split second later, he dashed right out of formation.

It was an involuntary response. It had nothing to do with love, but was rather borne out of respect and reverence. It was an almost intuitive response that yelled out from within, telling him that he couldn’t allow her to die in this place.

Both factions were locked in an intense clash of power. Hell’s forces were clearly advancing despite the rain of arrows, while the other continuously launched volley after volley of arrows that slowly but surely penetrated the defences of the other. Every moment that passed saw Yin spirits turn to netherflames that quickly dissipated into the surroundings. Practically every single Qufu soldier was staring transfixed at Mu Guiying, whose crow wings were spread so far and wide that they practically blotted out the sky above. Naturally, not a single one of the Qufu soldiers noticed the ferocious attacks pouring out towards them from the Mechanical Beasts from afar.

Just then, a ghastly shadow rushed up the back of the Nine-Eyed Siegebeast and leapt high up into the air, arriving right in front of where Mu Guiying was located.

Mu Guiying was momentarily taken aback.

So were all of the Yin soldiers, whether from Qufu or from...