Suddenly, Tang Pi was taken aback. In the distance, there was a crescendo of screams.
"What's going on?" he questioned, his brows furrowing. "Did those two pests manage to fight their way here?" That seemed impossible, given the surrounding five great clans. Even a herd of pigs shouldn't have been dispatched so swiftly.
Then, with a loud crash, a figure traced a graceful arc in the sky, landing at Tang Pi's feet.
"Tang Song? What happened outside?" Tang Pi left the blood crystal pillar and scooped up the man at his feet. Tang Song was a reliable general in his clan, a steadfast pillar of support who had just advanced to the visceral prefecture realm.
"It was the five great clans, the five great clans… ugh." Before he could finish his sentence, Tang Song coughed up a mouthful of blood and drew his last breath.