Lin Zhaoyue's dagger danced in her hand, each slash carving through armor, steel, and flesh as though the soldiers before her were made of wet parchment.
The Saberfangs rampaged alongside her, titanic paws smashing formations apart, their roars scattering men like frightened insects.
Yet amidst the slaughter, her eyes narrowed as she found the whole situation strange…
Where were the generals? Not a single commander of note had stepped onto the battlefield, ones that could likely pose a threat to her and her beasts.
It was only waves after waves of nameless foot soldiers that were rushing in to die in droves.
Her grin faltered as she muttered. "What are you people hoping to achieve? You're being used as sacrifices at this point…"
The thought gnawed at her as another Saberfang's swipe sent a dozen men tumbling through the air like dolls.
But it didn't take long, shortly after, soldiers began breaking ranks, panic spreading like wildfire.
