He Bibiqu took a few breaths, his face regained some color, pressing down the turmoil within his body.
He could vaguely feel the cold poison in his body starting to wreak havoc again.
The sensation of power being drained from his body made him feel somewhat weak.
"Being able to exert all my strength this once, is already an unexpected delight, it's worth it. My life is almost at its end, if I can clear the way for my Great Qin after taming Tiannan, I would die without regret."
"In a war between nations, it's a matter of life and death, with no right or wrong, no grudges or resentment; To the three of you, I send your honorable spirits home. If there's a next life, we'll be enemies again."
He laid out a layer of cloth bags, sorted out the bones of the three enemies, packed them all into the cloth bags; he picked it up with one hand and ran wildly into the forest, arriving at the highest point, he put the cloth bags down.
