While the generals of the Ji Army were shocked by the quality of Mo Yuan's sword, the twenty elite soldiers standing outside the garrison entrance drew their Mo Dao and prepared for battle.
Seeing the nearly two-meter-long sword, the tallest general sneered. "Do they think using a longer sword can help them win against us? How naïve!"
When the tallest general and his small unit entered the attack range of the Mo Dao elite team, the elite soldiers ducked down and swiped at the warhorses' legs with their Mo Dao.
Slash! Slash! Slash!
In an instant, the Ji Army's generals and soldiers witnessed something terrifying.
The long swords they had just looked down upon easily sliced through the warhorses' legs as if cutting tofu. Even when cutting through bone, the Feng Army's soldiers didn't seem to exert any effort.
"Neigh!" The warhorses let out painful cries, then collapsed heavily to the ground along with the Ji Army's generals.
