Zhao Feng stepped forward, extracted both men's blood essence, and stored it away.
Then he cut off Su Chi's head and turned toward his fine white steed from the Western Regions.
He hung Su Chi's head beside the saddle, swung onto his horse, turned it around, and galloped back toward the Nayale Tribe's camp.
By the time he returned to the Nayale Tribe's camp.
Half an hour later, Zhao Feng returned to the Nayale Tribe's camp.
The fighting was still going on.
Although the allied forces of several tribes had surrounded Chao Ge’er’s cavalry, the difference in their numbers was not great, so the battle continued.
Zhao Feng saw no sign of Su Qingwan. Presumably, she had gone after Hongji.
"Wo Lie, chief of the Wolf Tribe, is dead! Will you still not surrender?"
Zhao Feng shouted, raising Wo Lie's head high on the tip of his spear.
His voice thundered across the battlefield.
The battlefield suddenly fell silent.
"What? Wo Lie is dead?"
Everyone stared blankly at Wo Lie's head impaled on the spear.
"It really is the chief!"
"Wo Lie is dead!"
Chao Ge’er stared fixedly at that head, his heart and courage shattered.
Why had this happened?
Before he could recover from his shock, a gleaming saber flashed at him from the side.
"Aah!" Caught completely off guard, Chao Ge’er screamed as the curved saber struck him diagonally, sending blood flying.
Immediately afterward, Ba Tu stepped forward and cut off his head with another stroke.
He had slain his longtime enemy, releasing years of pent-up fury in a single moment. He felt utterly exhilarated.
At that moment, seeing their chief slain, Chao Ge’er’s cavalry lost all morale and scattered in flight.
The corpses of barbarians from the various tribes lay strewn across the battlefield, half of them