Taotie glanced at the city wall, crawled forward, and made his way to one side before stealthily scaling the wall and silently approaching the two men.
When he was less than five meters away from the duo, a cold glint flashed in Taotie's eyes as he suddenly pounced at them like a tiger bursting out of its cage.
His long sword slashed out swiftly.
With a wet thrust—
The bright blade fell, and blood splattered in an instant, a human head rolling onto the ground.
Without pausing, Taotie's hand reversed, slashing again with the blade.
The sharp edge of the sword plunged into the open mouth of another Dahan, severing his tongue, piercing through the back of the skull, and, with the tip protruding, it pinned to the beacon tower on the city wall.
"Heh, trash."
Taotie snorted coldly, pulling out his long sword.
Without the support of the long sword, the corpse collapsed onto the ground in an instant.
Taotie wiped the blood off the blade onto the corpses before sheathing his sword.
