Lin Fan's voice echoed in the air, and the soldiers stopped for a moment.
They turned and looked, trying to figure out what Lin Fan was holding in his hand.
Squinting their eyes, they could only barely make out the thing in his hand was round, like a man's head.
It didn't occur to them who the head might have belonged to.
"What's he thinking?"
The Quan soldiers thought as they turned their attention back to the enemies in front of them.
The same thing went through the Hulu Tribe soldiers' minds.
Both sides got right back into battle, trying to kill off each other.
As Lin Fan got nearer, things changed.
The Hulu Tribe soldiers, when they charged at Lin Fan, held back their horses at the last minute.
Clank.
Swords in their hands fell onto the ground, their eyes opened wide, and their jaws dropped.
They couldn't believe what they saw, and they rubbed their eyes to make sure they weren't seeing things.
