C1552 Four Gods of Plagues

The night was deep.

In the yard at the east end of the village, Wen Yu sensed he was facing a formidable opponent and prepared himself, not daring to be careless. Across from him stood four figures, their faces covered with black cloth. They were all lean, each wielding a massive black sword. The blades were more than three times wider than a typical longsword.

The opponents made the first move