The tornado became fiercer. Mohammed Akram's blood slashed everywhere. Mu Lan covered herself with air so she wasn't drenched in his blood. His bones, skin, other body parts and his clothes were grinded and mixed with his blood. There was no way to tell what was what. After a while, the tornado slowed down and then there was nothing left.
Everything had come to an end. There was a pin drop silence. Nothing was moving, nothing was making sounds. The room was filled with dead bodies and blood. The smell of blood was too strong.
Mu Lan closed her eyes and took a deep breath. As soon as she opened her eyes, with a loud sound, a shed from the corner fell on the ground.
Immediately, Altan Yul became visible. "Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!" He growled as he rolled on the floor. He began to get up from the floor and noticed that a pair of legs were standing right in front of him.
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