The night is deep and the moon is dim; it should be a fine night.
To rest here in peace like this is perhaps the best ending. Jin Weizun was spirited and clear-headed, his sword dancing faster and faster.
He held nothing back, precisely because he had now lost almost everything except himself, and thus could die without regret.
Thus, ending in this bloody battle is absolutely the best way to die.
The bamboo pole that came crashing down on his head was both fierce and fast. Jin Weizun slightly turned his body, and with a sweep of his right sword, he aimed straight for the scarred barbarian general's throat.
But the bamboo came even faster. With a "snap," the bamboo pole struck his left shoulder heavily. The bamboo pole shattered upon contact, and his shoulder slumped down. The excruciating pain made Jin Weizun grit his teeth, and his sword veered off course. Even so, the sword still struck the enemy's body.
The blade struck the enemy's collarbone, slicing through the flesh and causing blood to gush out.
Jin Weizun gritted his teeth and thrust his sword at the scarred barbarian's throat again. The bamboo in the scarred barbarian's hand had already shattered and could no longer be used as a weapon, but facing this thrusting sword, it was unclear whether it was because his life was coming to an end or for some other reason.
He suddenly roared, threw away the bamboo, opened his arms, and then leaped out to pounce on Jin Weizun!
Jin Weizun did not choose to dodge, but still thrust out the sword!
With a loud "bang"!
The heavy body pressed him to the ground, but Jin Weizun revealed a sinister smile on his face.
Although the sword did not pierce the barbarian's throat, it pierced his abdomen. Warm blood flowed from the hilt of the sword into his palm. This was the barbarian's blood, but it was not enough!
Jin Weizun's face was contorted with rage. Ignoring the heavy body pressing down on him, he gripped the hilt of his sword tightly and twisted his wrist to make the blade churn in the scarred barbarian's abdomen.
He wanted to shred the enemy's internal organs and kill him in excruciating pain!
Do you think that just because I've fallen to this state, you barbarians can kill me like a wild dog? Then come and taste my sword!
It was at this moment that Jin Weizun heard a panting sound like that of a wild beast.
So he turned his head to the right and looked, and suddenly, an extremely terrifying face gradually rose from the ground—it was the face of the scarred barbarian general.
He could even see the bloody teeth peeking out from his slashed cheek, and now, a sinister grin appeared on that gruesome face.
The next moment.
The face suddenly lowered, and in that instant, the scarred barbarian opened his bloody mouth and bit at Jin Weizun's left cheek like a wild beast!
Scarface had long known that he would die tonight, and his injuries had left him unable to stand up or even lift a bamboo pole. Yet, even so, he was still able to bite the old thief to death!
He could no longer feel the pain in his body; he only felt an intense heat within him, and he could only vent this heat by biting fiercely!
"Aaaaaah!!" Kim Weizun screamed uncontrollably after being bitten on the left cheek, but his hand was still tightly gripping the hilt of the sword, and he was still stirring it!
This barbarian's internal organs should have been shredded by now, so where did he get the strength to bite himself!
At the same time, an urgent shout rang out from the side.
"Your Highness!"
Xiao Yiming, who was fighting Yan Cheng, heard Jin Weizun's scream and hurriedly turned his face. Seeing this scene, he became even more anxious and angry.
However, the barbarian general in front of him was currently entangled with the wolf, making it difficult for him to break free and go to help.
But how could he just watch the prince be bitten to death? In his haste, Xiao Yiming dodged Yan Cheng's attack and hurriedly ran towards Jin Weizun.
Yan Cheng was well aware of the fight between the two. Bai Hanzi's injuries were beyond saving, and Yan Cheng felt grief in his heart, which also fueled his anger.
So he threw the broken knife in his hand at Xiao Yiming, who was running towards Jin Weizun!
"Your Highness! I'm here to help you!"
Xiao Yiming, who had already rushed to Jin Weizun's side, was about to sever the scarred barbarian's neck with a single stroke, but his hand had only just been raised...
With a "poof" sound.
His pupils contracted, and his hand gripping the knife involuntarily loosened, causing the broken knife to fall to the ground with a clang.
He froze, then staggered forward two steps.
"Aren't you dead yet?!!!!!"
Jin Weizun was in excruciating pain, his face contorted with madness. He roared as if he were going crazy, and his right hand was twisting violently.
Finally, the teeth embedded in the flesh stopped moving. Jin Weizun gritted his teeth and tried to push the face away, but the push tore off a piece of flesh from his face.
"Hiss—" He gasped, but then heard a faint sound behind him:
"Your Highness."
Jin Weizun turned his head, and Xiao Yiming's pale face came into view, while behind him was the vicious wolf that pounced!
"Watch out! That wolf is pouncing!" Jin Weizun shouted, twisting his body to retreat.
But it was too late.
The wolf king fiercely pounced on Xiao Yiming, and the two tumbled to the ground.
Jin Weizun had already escaped from under the scarred barbarian, but he had not yet taken out the sword that was stuck in the scarred barbarian's abdomen. He was struggling to pull out the sword when he heard the sound of running. As soon as he turned his head, he saw Yan Cheng's furious face.
"You deserve to die! You old bastard!"
Yan Cheng roared and pounced on Jin Weizun.
The rage in his chest burned ever brighter. Too many of his clansmen had died tonight in order to kill this old bastard. Yan Cheng went mad. He pinned Jin Weizun down and swung his blood-soaked fists, raining blows down on Jin Weizun's face like a storm!
Jin Weizun hurriedly waved his arms to block, but he couldn't stop a punch.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Under the relentless barrage of punches, Jin Weizun's eye sockets were shattered, his nose was broken, his teeth were broken and fell out, and his left cheek, where a piece of flesh had been bitten off, slowly caved in, with filthy blood gushing out from his increasingly distorted face.
"Go to hell! Go ...
Yan Cheng's eyes were bloodshot, and he was still swinging his fists and roaring like a madman.
until--
An arm suddenly hooked around his neck, pulling him backward before he gradually regained his senses.
Yan Cheng was about to struggle to break free of the restraints, but he felt his neck loosen and the hand let go.
He hurriedly crawled forward a few steps, panting heavily as he turned his head to look.
What came into view was Xiao Yiming, his hands hanging limply at his sides, his body hunched over, seemingly unable to even stand steadily.
His head, face, and neck were covered with claw marks and bite marks. His clothes were tattered, and there were countless wounds of all sizes. Blood was gushing from the torn flesh, and he was almost covered in blood.
The bright moon was shining, but Xiao Yiming's eyes were glazed over, and his whole body was still trembling.
Jin Weizun lay on the ground with his limbs outstretched and motionless. His face was so gruesome that it was almost unrecognizable, resembling a dented mass of rotten flesh.
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