The sun was obscured by a cloud, a gust of wind blew, dispersing the stench of blood from the stone mountain.
But the slaughter did not cease.
The remaining Jin Xia soldiers were already frightened out of their wits inside the stone mountain, and now witnessing their commander beheaded by Chen Mo, they completely lost the will to resist, being gradually cleared by the Brave Cavalry Guard wielding swords and spears.
As the fleeing remnants from the stone mountain were eliminated, the Brave Cavalry Guard began their assault inside the mountain.
Thousands of Brave Cavalry Guard soldiers were drenched in blood, each exuding an aura of "Who dares to stop me," never having killed with such delight before.
Not even in the past battles on Guan Mountain Plain or Yao'er City.
They were fewer than five thousand, facing an enemy army of close to thirty thousand, outnumbered six to one, yet they won.
The stone mountain echoed once more with wails of despair.
