The head is like a human being and a non-animal. It is dyed red by blood and emits a strong odor of blood. The eyes of one eye are white and gloomy. The dead stare at the cold snow makes the cold snow feel a sense of fear in his mind and his body can't help but retreat a few steps.

"This fellow, I'm afraid he's going to be unlucky."

Zhang Ye sneered, only to see the Qin breaking army open its mouth, spit out a voice, the blade of the head, also open its mouth, spit out the unexpectedly blood-colored knife.

The awns of those knives are like a...