After tonight, there will be no more Black Wind Riders in the world!
Once the last rebel had crossed into the safe zone, Chang Wei ordered the soldiers on both sides of the Official Road: "Lift!"
The soldiers on both sides, wearing gloves, each held several transparent threads in their hands, swiftly ran to the opposite side, and tied the transparent strings to iron pillars that had long been set up.
The bodies of the pillars were also wrapped in "fabric" of the same material as the silver thread gloves.
If Gu Jiao were here, she would easily recognize that these threads were the snow domain silks that had appeared in the Dayan Imperial Palace, extremely sharp and capable of cutting through anything invisibly.
Yet they were invisible, unseen.
When the Black Wind Riders charged through, there would only be chunks of flesh left.
