Everyone present was a hard-bitten warrior, but witnessing such a medication-free castration was still profoundly shocking.
The leader's heart-wrenching howls pierced the sky.
All eyes from the villagers present were fixed on the beast who just minutes ago had treated human life as worthless.
Blood gushed forth as the leader struggled desperately with his body.
Even Latif couldn't pin him down or control his thrashing.
The leader shook off Latif's foot, but he couldn't free his hands and feet from their binds.
But the pain below his groin went straight to the soul, making him feel as though his spirit was about to be wrenched out by the agony.
He writhed on the ground like a live pig with an artery cut, his bound limbs flailing as if a fish desperately struggling to return to water after being thrown onto a deck.
Disaster Star couldn't bear to watch this extreme male suffering and turned away his face.
After a while, the pain took its toll on the leader, whose cries gradually subsided.
Latif told the women, "Cut off his head!"
That woman turned to look at Latif.
Her face was covered with blood.
A splash of blood had hit her when she struck the leader just before.
"Go! Remember how your husband and children died!?"
Latif's face was emotionless like a marble sculpture.
The woman, initially cowering in fear of the leader, was suddenly reignited with fury for revenge by Latif's roar.
"Die!!"
She swung the sword again.
The first strike landed on the leader's neck.
Blood sprayed out.
But the man did not die.
The woman's strength was not great.
The cut, imprecise, struck the trachea instead of the artery.
After this cut, the leader's screams became even more sorrowful, and his already extinguished body began to twist again, rolling continuously on the ground.
Therefore, the second strike also missed its mark.
Incredibly, it didn't even hit the neck, cutting into the arm instead.
This blow caused the leader to shriek like a slaughtered pig.
The woman pressed on, constantly swinging her sword.
But each strike missed a lethal spot.
So the leader continued to roll, and the woman continued to chop.
Before long, the woman was gasping for breath.
And the leader, covered in cuts and blood, lay on the ground screaming like a madman.
Unable to watch any longer, Song Heping suggested, "Stretch your neck out and let a single stroke end it swiftly."
As if really giving up, the leader lay on his back on the ground without making any further struggle.
"Kill me... kill me... please... not like this..."
Jiang Feng said, "I'd like to give him a quick shot, but that would send him to Heaven ... better not."
Finally resting enough, the woman picked up the sword again and continued chopping...
She no longer needed Latif to encourage her.
For she had also become bloodthirsty.
After a full five minutes, the cries and screams of the leader gradually ceased.
In the end, the woman dropped the knife and collapsed to her knees, weeping bitterly.
"Let's go."
Song Heping walked over to Latif and reminded him, "It's no longer safe here; these villagers should leave too. If ISI5 finds their men dead here, they'll surely seek fierce retaliation."
"They can't stay here anymore..."
Latif's expression turned sorrowful.
"There were already few grown men left in this village, the men have gone to war over the years, leaving behind only those needed to keep the village alive. Tonight..."
As he said this, his gaze turned towards the corpses.
"Most of them have been killed; there's no hope left here now."
"You should come with us," Song Heping said. "They're coming after you, your presence here is a danger to the villagers."