The one who struck was none other than the severely injured Mo Yun!
She couldn't bear it—her own soldiers, who had survived the battlefield, were now dying at the hands of their own side.
After killing the man with a single slap, the motion aggravated her internal injuries. Mo Yun let out a choked gasp and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
At this, all of Mo Yun's remaining troops saw red. Someone roared, "Kill these bastards! If anything happens to our General, we'll make sure every last one of you dies with her!"
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
A group of veterans, radiating killing intent, roared like demons. They drew their blades and charged at the other party.
Mo Yun snapped back to her senses. "Don't kill them!" she cried, trying to stop them.
But it was too late. The soldiers' eyes were bloodshot, and her voice was incredibly weak. Had she been the uninjured "Yun the Madman" of before, a single roar would have surely been enough to bring them to heel.
