Qi Yuan heard this term once again.
Last time, it was outside of Kunwu City that he heard this name.
"Are they so powerful?" Qi Yuan asked.
"They... are monsters, are ghosts!" Qiyue seemed to recall some terrifying matter, his eyes full of fear.
"They are not many in number, each one dressed in a black robe, with their faces completely obscured.
They do not eat, they do not drink, they never speak, and they seem to have no emotions; all they have is an affinity for slaughter!
Their strength... is too powerful.
None could stand against them, even the strongest martial artists are as fragile as chicks before them, swiftly beheaded.
They mysteriously appear out of nowhere, wherever they show up, a river of blood surely follows!
Once, the Great Jing Empire declared that it would mobilize its forces to the Hundred Cities Alliance!
Yet, the very next day, the royal city of the Great Jing... just vanished.
Seven hundred thousand people... they all hang here!"