The rain drizzled down, splashing up a handful of dirt on the ground.
Water droplets splattered everywhere, and as mud flew around, it created a hazy mist over the official road, making it hard for the eyes to discern clearly.
The shouts of battle pierced through the rainy night, like a sharp blade approaching, exuding a chill that mixed with the cool wind of autumn and winter, sending a shiver down one's spine.
Amidst the mist, two women in white, stained with blood and with faces pale as paper, were being pursued by three men.
The women were one tall and one short, with graceful figures and beautiful features.
The slightly taller woman held a wooden box in her hand, gritting her teeth to endure, fighting two men at once, defending against their attacks.
The shorter one was in a deadlock with another man.
The battle between both sides was extremely brutal, with even the three men sustaining significant injuries.
