Altai, chieftain of the Hake Tribe, caressed the dark-red blood jade on his scimitar and gazed at the Naiman Iron Cavalry surging up to the city like a black tide. The corner of his mouth curled into a cold, sinister smile. "Yili, beneath the walls of Hake, three hundred jars of 'Heart-Burning Poison' have long been waiting in reverence. Today I'll let you know: to oppose the Western Holy Sect is to pit yourself against ghosts and gods!"
The Red-clothed Envoy behind him slowly opened the third eye at his brow. The strange, demonic radiance flowing in his dark-red pupil seemed as if it would devour this night.
The gold battle armor on Yili's body gleamed with a chilling light. At the instant her Long Sword left its scabbard, the sound of a dragon's roar shook the heavens, startling the crows perched atop the city walls.
