"Ah Tan!"

A woman's voice suddenly rang out in the midst of the battlefield, heart-wrenching and utterly devastating.

Wei Qin suddenly looked up in the direction from which the voice had come. His once handsome face was now covered in blood and grime, his jade crown was nowhere to be found, and he was wearing tattered armor and was disheveled.

The Chu soldiers behind them looked astonished as the woman leaped past them at such a speed that they could only make out that she seemed to be wearing a red dress.

The figure reappeared, wearing a phoenix hairpin and a red skirt. On the hem of the skirt, the embroiderer had worked tirelessly for a week to create a phoenix with gold thread. The golden phoenix spread its wings as if about to take flight, its beak open and chirping. On it was a pearl symbolizing the empress's status. It was their wedding dress.

She is his beloved.

He yelled at her, his voice hoarse and unpleasant, "Don't go..."

A Chu general drew his white blade and withdrew it, only to find the red blade had been drawn away. It was thanks to the woman that he had drawn attention; otherwise, this man, clinging to life like a mad dog, would have been much harder to kill.

He reached out to grab the head in mid-air.

The sight of blood gushing out in the distance entered the painted skin's eyes, and the whole world seemed to be stained with blood.

She let out a piercing scream, her voice incredibly mournful, her eyes filled with blood, her features swaying, her skin deathly pale, and her demonic power overflowing.

Wherever it passed, all the soldiers had their eardrums ruptured, lost their hearing, and collapsed to the ground with dazed eyes and convulsing limbs.

Her painted fingernails instantly grew longer, her red dress leaving a long trail, and in the blink of an eye she rushed to Wei Qin's headless body as it slowly fell.

With her bright red sleeves fluttering and her golden phoenix shining brightly, she snatched her husband's head from among thousands of Chu soldiers.

With a few quick strokes, he dug his fingernails deep into the chest of the imperial general and pulled out a beating red heart.

"Monster...monster!"

Someone cried out in alarm, and the surrounding soldiers retreated in panic. The King of Chu was also pulled away by the crowd in a frantic retreat.

"It's terrible!" Several cavalrymen rushed in from the outside and hurriedly reined in their horses in front of the King of Chu. "The Jingguo army has attacked from all the gates of the imperial city!"

"What?!" Everyone was shocked.

The King of Chu's hand was still trembling as he reined in his horse. He kept an eye on the red figure in the distance, but thankfully the other party didn't seem to care about him.

"Charge out!"

The King of Chu shouted sternly, "All troops, assemble and charge out through the nearest west gate!"

"yes!"

Wang Yanjiao casually tossed the heart aside, carefully helped Wei Qin up, retracted her long nails, and gently wiped away the dust that had accidentally gotten on his neck when he fell, her movements gentle as if she were afraid of disturbing her husband.

She cradled the head from her bosom. Wei Qin was frantic with worry at her appearance, his eyes bloodshot. He had never shown such a hideous side to her before.

She carefully placed A-Tan's head on his body, but unfortunately, the Chu general was skilled in martial arts, and the cut was clean, so the head couldn't be placed steadily.

The painted skin covered the sides of the severed wound with both hands, blood seeping from between her fingers. She pressed tightly, refusing to separate her body from her head, her head hanging low, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably.

Tears mingled with blood streamed down her face and fell into the ground.

Suddenly, the painted skin seemed to remember something. She raised her head and shouted with all her might, each word filled with sorrow: "My Lord God! I know you can hear me! Please, save him!"

"I'd give you anything! Please...please," the painted-skin hair danced in the air, her powerful demonic energy uncontrollably radiating outwards, tears of blood rolling down her chin, "My Lord God!!!"

All around was silent, except for the sounds of clashing troops and fighting between two armies in the distance.

The painted skin, utterly helpless, pleaded, "Please, please..."