Chapter 579: The City, We've Taken It Down

Thud, thud, thud…

Arrows pierced the dark night, striking the riders on the Black Steeds with deadly accuracy.

Or to be more precise, corpses. One after another, the corpses were pierced through by the arrows, and in the blink of an eye, all fell to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust and sand.

This sight left the Youmei garrison commander dumbstruck. How could it have been so easy?

Wasn't this supposed to be the Dark Wing Camp? Why was there no resistance at all?

In the darkness, the rising dust made it impossible for the garrison commander to see clearly.

Instinctively, he turned to look at Sikong Jing beside him, but in that instant, he felt a pervasive killing intent. An icy chill shot up from his feet to his head, and a primal instinct of life and death surfaced within him. He shouted, "It's a trap... Ah!"

His words were cut short as Sikong Jing's sword had already struck, piercing his heart with unerring precision.