With a "whoosh" after another, Taige warriors coldly stared at the corpses dragged by their tiger tails, casually flicking them onto the small mountain of bodies.
Seven Mulan Mojie turned out to be fortunate, for only twenty Taige warriors had taken the field, in pairs, and these seven Mulan Cavalry lived a few seconds longer than the rest.
Witnessing the cooperation of double tails, these Mulan Mojie were somewhat at a loss, their pupils threaded with blood beginning to flicker with despair, their thick beards trembling as were their bodies.
All the fierce Tiger Warriors coldly watched the last seven Mulan Mojie.
Before the twenty fierce Tiger Warriors could step forward again, the seven Mulan Cavalry, with all their might, furiously reversed their scimitars and slit their own throats.
The Dile people, circling on the outskirts, mounted on camels, stared blankly at everything unfolding before them, their bow and arrows and lantern pants violently shaking as if convulsing.
