A squad of rebel soldiers was stationed here. In the darkness, a patrolling guard suddenly paused, rubbing his eyes:
"Did you just see a shadow seem to fly by?"
His companion was startled, gripping his longsword and looking around, then sighed in relief and cursed:
"You must be seeing things. This is just a small warehouse, who could possibly come here? With tens of thousands of troops searching in the city, even that Yama Zhao would have to run in fear."
"Is that so?" A cold female voice sounded from behind.
"Of course—" the guard responded instinctively, then suddenly stiffened, a chill running up his spine. He instinctively drew his sword, but a blood-stained sword had already pierced through his chest.
"Enemy attack—" another shouted, took only a few steps, and fell into a pool of blood as well.
Expressionless, a copper-colored, ancient face armor covering her face, a heroine-donned Shadow Guard named Hong Ye calmly slaughtered the small squad.
