The cheers were quickly cut short, in the brief moment from standing up to collapsing on the ground, the snow-white strong horse, weighing at least half a ton, convulsed crazily all over, its beautiful mane falling like a ghostly haircut, large blisters swelled on the exposed skin, bursting continuously like firecrackers, exposing sinewy blackened muscles seeping with streaks of blood.
This terrifying scene was accompanied by the incessant clanging of weapons dropping to the ground. The unfortunate black-bearded general was dumbfounded, his legs trembling, gripping his hair in disbelief as he looked at the sauce-colored warhorse on the ground, then foolishly stared at the hunched black slave still holding the horse's reins.
"What a domineering Mirror Cannon!" The Fifth Prince coldly praised with a chilly face. He had seen at least ten muscular scholar warriors standing under the Seven Treasures Pagoda, holding this kind of crystal coffin.
