The sounds of the world seemed to have disappeared.
Chen Ji stood at the end of the staircase, swinging his blade like a curtain, sweat pouring down like rain. He could no longer hear the shouts and cries of the Heavenly Strategy Army; his world was reduced to his own heavy breathing.
He had forgotten how long he had been fighting, but it had been a long time. A time long enough for his arms to grow sore and numb, for his strength to be almost completely drained, making him want to close his eyes and sleep well.
The inn's interior piled with bodies in two layers, blood soaking beyond the shoes, causing the armored soldiers of the Heavenly Strategy Army to make a sticky sound as they stepped in, making the stairs sticky and wet.
A soldier of the Heavenly Strategy Army chopped down with his sword, Chen Ji countered with a backhand slash, the blade of the Whale Blade scraped against the opponent's blade, creating sparks and neatly slicing through neck skin, flesh, and bone.
