A stick of incense ago.
The Yin Gui Sect was filled with cries of killing.
Sword lights and shadows were everywhere, two groups were fighting fiercely and brutally.
Every now and then, Players from the Yin Gui Sect would fall and turn to white light, their clothes and Weapons left on the ground.
The plaza, corridors, rooftops, and forest were all sites of intense battles; everywhere lay the tragic remains of NPCs and the belongings of fallen Players.
The main hall's door suddenly burst with a bang, breaking the latch and flinging open, accompanied by a graceful figure crashing to the ground with a loud noise.
"Queen Yin, it's not too late to surrender!"
A pair of jade rings flew out from the open door, spinning in the air, and shot out over a dozen pellets, aiming at the graceful figure on the ground.
"Stop!"
