"Wham! Wham!" The large windmill churned up a torrential blood rain, severed limbs dancing over the river.
In the distance on the city walls, Wan Dongliu's face twitched, unable to describe the scene before him. A pretty young girl was wielding a giant broadsword almost as tall as herself, spinning with a frenzy of blood rain and flying limbs, creating a bizarre spectacle.
Inside the cabin, Bao Qin endured the thrill of being teased by the young lord, reopening the bag outside the cabin door.
Several strands of black fog were sucked in, merging with the one from before.
The bag closed, the cabin door shut with a "bang." Ling Ruoyu spun around in a daze, glancing back only in time to see a jade-white arm skillfully tying up the bag before it was blocked from view by the door.
"Thunk," the young girl plopped onto the ground just as the large ship docked.
