Boom!
A sudden clap of thunder roared through the clear sky, the rolling thunderous sound spreading in all directions.
The invisible Gang Qi that exploded in mid-air violently enveloped the incoming arrows, instantly shredding them into countless fragnts that flew chaotically in the sky. Not a single one could reach Zhang Yuan.
With just one strike, the Hulan Cavalry’s first wave of attack was completely obliterated.
Following this, the second and third waves of arrows were easily swept aside by Zhang Yuan with just a flick of his halberd.
These Grassland Cavalry were experts in archery, using strong bows coupled with specialized arrows that could easily pierce through armor from a distance, with their volleys being incredibly powerful.
However, they were evidently still far, far short of dealing with Zhang Yuan.
The commander of the Hulan Cavalry witnessed this scene, his face turning an ashen gray.
"Kill!"
He shouted angrily, gripping his lance tightly and pointing it forward, aid directly at Zhang Yuan.
"Tiger!"
Hundreds of elite cavalry responded in unison, unhesitatingly dropping their bows and picking up their lances.
The next mont, all the cavalry increased their speed.
They ford a triangular charge formation, with the tip pointed straight at Zhang Yuan.
The air was instantly filled with a murderous aura at its peak.
Even from hundreds of steps away, Zhang Yuan could clearly sense the oncoming battle qi of the army formation!
The killing intent generated by the assembling and gathering of an elite army could exert imnse pressure and deterrence on the enemy, capable of crushing several tis or even over ten tis the number of rabble with overwhelming force.
It had a similar effect on high-tier powerhouses.
Hence, even a Divine Martial Artist would not dare to confront powerful armies numbering thousands or tens of thousands.
This Hulan Cavalry evidently understood the art of battle formations deeply, and the gathered battle qi could intimidate even Tier Six experts.
One could say it was highly targeted!
Not only this, but Zhang Yuan also heard the faint sound of war drums coming from afar.
Dong! Dong! Dong!
One after another, each beat seed to drum against Zhang Yuan’s heart, imposing enormous pressure on him.
Zhang Yuan even heard the sound of a curse from the Wilderness, ancient, mysterious, solemn, and ruthless...
It further shook his divine soul consciousness!
Yet, at this mont, the ring on Zhang Yuan’s left ring finger suddenly emanated a strange power, instantly blocking the drumbeats and curse sound from his mind.
Not only that, but even the intimidating military might of the Hulan Cavalry facing him was significantly weakened.
Witch God Ring!
This ring of Zhang Yuan’s ca from the Yin Ruins Underground Palace, a treasure left behind by an Ancient Wizard, later seized by King Zhou of Yin and eventually landed in his hands.
The Witch God Ring’s function was to protect the wearer from all kinds of curses, coercion, hexes, and other sorcerous harm.
It also blocked any attacks aid at the divine soul.
The Witch God Ring could even reflect these damages and attacks!
Although Zhang Yuan’s divine soul consciousness was extrely powerful and he wasn’t much afraid of spiritual attacks, the power displayed by the ring activating on its own made his heart stir.
A single thought instantly sank into the Witch God Ring.
The unassuming-looking ring suddenly burst into brilliance, releasing invisible power!
Poof!
On a hill several miles away from the battlefield, a white-robed shaman, holding a bone staff and chanting with closed eyes, suddenly shuddered violently, spewing a large mouthful of blood and turning deathly pale.
He opened his eyes, filled with shock and fear.
Then he staggered backward and fell.
"Elder Wen Dou!"
The surrounding guarding samurais were shocked and hurriedly rushed to support him.
"Don’t, don’t worry about ."
The white-robed shaman struggled to stand back up, gasping, "Quick, quick, blow the horn, retreat, retreat!"
The guarding samurais looked at each other in wonder.
They couldn’t understand why they were retreating at this crucial mont; after all, wasn’t the enemy outnumbered, and were there not hundreds of elite riders available?
This elite Hulan Cavalry still had many Tier Four and Tier Five experts.
Unless Zhang Yuan was a Divine Martial Artist, there shouldn’t be any chance of losing!
"You..."
Seeing his subordinates unmoved, the white-robed shaman grew anxious and furious, spitting out blood again: "This is an order!"
Nearby, a samurai suddenly ca to his senses, hurriedly taking the horn from his waist.
Wooo~
The resonant horn sound spread instantly in all directions.
By then, Zhang Yuan had already entered close combat with the Hulan Cavalry.
Facing lances pointed at him, he showed no fear, his Overlord Halberd whipping up a storm of Gang Qi, striking directly at the enemy.
Bam!
The first dozen Hulan Knights seed to crash into an invisible iron wall, a trendously powerful force lifting both riders and horses high into the air.
Their lances shattered in an instant, their iron armor cracked, leaving not an inch of their skin unmarred, as if they had been through a grinding blade array.
The sounds of collision, screams, and wails intertwined, shaking everyone’s eardrums.
The battle qi of the hundreds of elite knights was shattered with one halberd strike!
The next mont, wielding the Overlord Halberd, Zhang Yuan charged into the cavalry like an iron plow slicing through the earth, instantly carving a long, bloody path.
Any Hulan Knight standing in his way, whether Tier Three, Four, or Five, could not withstand Zhang Yuan’s piercing halberd.
So were shredded by Gang Qi on the spot, others were flipped and thrown off their horses, and so were pierced through by the halberd’s blade.
Strung together like a chain of bloody gourds!
Zhang Yuan swung the Overlord Halberd fiercely, flinging several impaled Hulan Knights off the halberd.
Then the front was suddenly clear.
He had broken through the enemy formation!
But Zhang Yuan was still filled with battle lust; without hesitation, he turned his direction, charging towards the opposing right wing.
This elite Hulan Cavalry collapsed.
Not because the Grassland Riders lacked bravery, but because Zhang Yuan was exceptionally fierce and powerful, and everyone had heard the horn for retreat, causing morale to plumt.
So riders wanted to continue fighting Zhang Yuan to the death, while others fled in panic.
The original battle formation no longer existed!
However, caught in the heat of battle, Zhang Yuan did not stop. He charged again and again at the collapsing enemy, rcilessly piercing the opposing bodies with his halberd, ending the lives of these knights.
A few of the knights, their hearts filled with terror, fell off their horses, kneeling to beg for rcy.
But all they received were deadly flashes of cold light stabbing towards them!
After the ti of a tea’s preparation, the grassland gradually returned to peace.
Several riderless warhorses looked around in confusion, neighing restlessly.
And nearby, lay over a hundred corpses sprawled on the ground, crimson blood soaking into the grass, and even the wind blowing from the mountains carried the wails of the souls of the dead.
Zhang Yuan rode his horse up a hill, his gaze fixed on the retreating enemy.
After so thought, he decided not to give chase.
He had killed enough for today.
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