The death of the Ironback Bull did not bring silence to the battlefield. It did the opposite. The sudden, violent demise of one of their kings acted as a bloody, clarion call to the other two. The colossal, eight-headed Black-Scaled Flood Serpent and the titanic Sky-Ripper Eagle let out simultaneous, earth-shaking roars of pure, unadulterated fury.
Any thought of them fighting each other for dominance was instantly incinerated. They had a common enemy, a tiny, infuriatingly resilient insect that had dared to slay one of their own. With an instinctual, terrifying coordination, they converged on Wang Jian.
He stood atop the steaming corpse of the bull, his demonic saber dripping with the beast's thick, dark blood, not even a single breath of respite granted to him.