"Fight! Fight! Fight!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
The spirits of the Tyrant's Cavalry were soaring, growing ever braver in battle. After exchanging blows for more than twenty rounds, they pierced the skull of the Xuan Snake phantom, which transformed into motes of light that scattered and vanished.
The Heavenly Snake Formation—broken!
The Wilderness Snake Ridge emerged, and the eyes of the Tyrant's Cavalry soldiers lit up. These are the spoils of war!
"What… What do we do now!" an elder of the Xuan Snake Tribe stammered, swallowing hard, his voice quivering. The news of the Xuan Snake King's demise had already terrified him. Now, with the Heavenly Snake Formation shattered, his fear reached its peak.
Unfortunately, no one answered his question.
Every member of the Xuan Snake Tribe on Snake Ridge felt a chill creep down their spines as they watched the enemies below the mountain, their eyes filled with terror.
