At the critical moment, the hoofbeats of the Northwest Salt Gang roared like thunder. Xue Hong Mountain led the disciples of the Salt Gang, darting forward with his palms flying and the "Shadow-Clapping Technique" unfolding. Countless tiny palm shadows struck the Hake soldiers like a swarm of bees.
Those palm shadows seemed shapeless but accurately hit the enemies' chests. The faces of the warriors changed drastically, their heart and lungs were twisted by tangible palm shadows, each clutching their chest in painful struggle, with blood gushing from their seven orifices, blooming like bizarre red plums in the snow.
Xue Tielong and Xue Qiuchun, brother and sister, combined their swords, their moves as fluid as flowing clouds and cascading streams.
They focused on the Holy Sect's chanters, and where their sword qi passed, the chanting voices abruptly ceased.
Altai panicked at the sight, abandoning Yili with his scimitar, charging straight towards Xue Hong Mountain.
