Amidst the galloping warhorses, the skilled movements and the ease seemingly engraved in their bones showed the hatred between the two sides back then. The Northern Huns Guards didn't know how long they had waited for this day, nor how many times they had rehearsed for this moment.
"Hahaha!" Uloran Clan's wanton laughter echoed as the long spear whirled, blossoming with blood flowers. Amidst the flickering spear shadows, it was impossible to determine the next strike's landing point, and the swaying figure was so elusive that even a ten-stone strong bow used for sniping couldn't lock on.
At the moment when the blood flowers splashed, the Elite Troops of Danyang realized that their strongest move had been seen through at some unknown time, and the opponent, unbelievably, had devised a countermeasure within seconds, appearing as if they had rehearsed countless times.
