The Barbarian General was shocked, enraged, and utterly unable to understand. "Don't you want to know who we are?"
Mo Hua said, "There is no need to care about a dead man's identity."
The Golden Core cultivators of the Danque Tribe and Shugu Tribe began to kill in earnest.
The Yuangu Heavy Armored Soldiers, together with the other barbarian soldiers, began their slaughter.
The scent of blood in the woods grew heavier, and wails rose on all sides. Watching one "reinforcement" after another die, the Barbarian General's eyes nearly split with fury.
Danzhu stepped forward as well, drawing a long blade and preparing to end the Barbarian General's life.
Though Danzhu was the one about to kill him, the Barbarian General fixed Mo Hua with a vicious glare and said hatefully:
"My Wujiu Tribe will not let you off! One day, your tribe will be trampled flat beneath the monster soldiers of my Wujiu Tribe. Your clansmen will be refined into black smoke, and you will be chopped into ten thousand pieces by the Young Master and fed to the Wujiu Great God. You will never be reborn for all eternity..."
Mo Hua waved a hand. "You talk too much nonsense."
Danzhu brought his blade down and severed the Barbarian General's head.
Blood sprayed from the Barbarian General's severed head. It rolled three times across the ground before coming to a stop, its eyes wide open and filled with unwillingness to die.
Danzhu walked over, planted his foot on the man's face, and closed his eyes for him.
By then, the battle had become scattered and sparse, nearing its end.
Although the reinforcements summoned by the Barbarian General rode Barbarian Horses, possessed decent combat strength, and numbered quite a few, they were still far inferior to the more than eight