Shi Feiyang pursued the victory, the killing move "Eternal Life" wrapped in the chilling aura of the Ice Soul Cold Prison struck out, and Batur was nailed into the pillar, the blood mist spewing from his seven orifices painted a sinister mandala on the leather tent.
By the time the last rebel fell, the Golden Summit Tent had become a Human Purgatory.
Shi Feiyang embraced the staggering Gugela, her moon-white skirt soaked in blood like a Manjushaka blooming on the snowy plains.
From afar came Lirak's weak voice: "Thank you...brother-in-law..."
His Dragon Scale Sword was still impaled in the Second Prince's chest, his whole body leaning against the throne slowly sliding down.
The blood-red setting sun shone through the broken top of the tent, illuminating the wide eyes of Great Khan Dangxin—the prairie eagle unable to close his eyes even in death, staring at the blood-soaked grassland.
