The strangely dressed man was shocked, spouting a string of dialect that was incomprehensible. Huang Mao didn't wait for him to react, directly thrusting a dagger into the man's heart, blood spurting out as the man's legs kicked, and he died instantly.
"Refreshing!" Huang Mao shouted, relishing the sensation. Killing people from the Guo A family still posed some difficulty for him, but today, while doing this work, he felt nothing, it was like cutting through tofu.
With no restraints left, the three corpses seemed to suddenly lose their souls, collapsing to the ground and turning into skeletons. Xiao Yifei and the others immediately understood that the frontline battle had been victorious, so he led the group forward, like a tiger descending a mountain. Ordinary soldiers couldn't possibly hold back cultivators, sweeping through everything, with the enemy either dead or fleeing.
The entire battle ended in just half an hour, leaving only a few soldiers cleaning up the battlefield.
