Chapter 1088: Chapter 1088 Blood -3

"For His Excellency." In barely audible whispers, thousands of Shadow Swords chanted in unison. Then, without hesitation, they lowered their black masks, concealing their faces entirely. And in the next breath - They vanished into the embrace of darkness A Great Serpent Emperor felt a sudden piercing pain in his back. Whipping around, he swung his weapon in a powerful, sweeping arc - but there was no one there. His breath steadied, and for a moment, he convinced himself it was merely a stray fragment from a nearby battle. But as his fingers traced the source of pain, he felt it - warm, wet blood trickling down his back. The wound was deep. Nearly half a finger's length into his flesh. A realization dawned upon him. That was a stab wound. His pulse quickened, "What was that - !" This time, the pain multiplied tenfold. Over ten different blades pierced his body simultaneously, one sinking into his throat. A primal rage ignited within him. With a furious roar, his aura erupted - A purple fog exploded outward, swallowing everything around him in a deadly storm, leaving no place to hide. Screams echoed in response. Several Shadow Swords were forced into the open - only to vanish moments later, their bodies disintegrating under the effects of The Law of Corrosion. The martial emperor tried to curse, but his voice faltered. A sudden wave of dizziness overtook him. And then, his eyes hollowed - all life fading from them. His lifeless corpse collapsed with a dull thud, black blood pooling beneath him. The wounds covering his body had been inflicted with poison. .Across the entire Battlefield of the Emperors, similar scenes unfolded. The arrival of the Shadow Swords had unleashed pure havoc. Even when they failed to land a killing blow, they disrupted their enemies, forcing them onto the defensive. Yet, with every successful strike, more and more blood was spilled - and not all of it belonged to their enemies. The battlefield was a maelstrom of death, and the bodies and ashes of the Shadow Swords littered the ground alongside their foes. One of the Warlords, still standing, took notice of the unfolding chaos. Turning his gaze towards the still-active space portals, his eyes locked onto Charles Burton. His voice, filled with anger and disbelief, boomed across the battlefield.