The elder who had been reborn three times died, twitching slightly for a few moments after falling to the ground.
Enshrouded by night, the cold snowflakes fell, and even the bright glow of Fire Spring could not dispel the gloom in the hearts of the people at Jinji Ridge.
The sight of that man on his mount made them feel as if a massive cavalry was charging at them all at once, the pressure was simply too great.
This was a veteran expert of the stronghold who had reincarnated three times, yet he was slashed in two by the man who rode the Purple Lightning Beast, the severed body seemed to crush their hearts, the vibrant red blood staining not just the snow but also casting an icy chill through them.
Two of the bandits had cold eyes. Despite the heavy hearts, fear did not deter them. Having killed countless people and been through the trials of blood and fire over the years, their resolve was unshaken.
