Li Huowang, nearly fainting from the pain, rushed forward and brought his longsword down with brutal force, slicing a huge chunk of flesh off Er Bing's face. Bloody, mangled flesh was exposed underneath.
He gripped her neck, hoisted her entire body up, and shouted at everyone still fighting: "Stop!! Look at this—! She's the real Sitting Oblivion! You've all been fooled by her!"
But what greeted Li Huowang was a crossbow bolt shot straight into his abdomen. The killing frenzy had consumed them all.
No matter if it was just a misunderstanding before, the corpses on the ground made it utterly irreparable—whether or not it was before, now it truly was.
Li Huowang hurled Er Bing to the ground, stomped viciously and shattered every bone in her hand, then charged straight into the center of the battlefield. "Xiaoman—watch her!"
Watching Li Huowang butcher his way through the crowd, Er Bing laughed, cold and crazy.
