The earth-shaking wails echoed across the snowy plains.
The squad formed by ten thousand White Robed Iron Cavalry cut through the battlefield like sharp blades, harvesting lives with the speed of a thunderbolt.
All were Fist Masters above the fifteenth rank, and wherever they pushed, became a hell of Asuras, with endless piles of corpses rising.
In merely half an hour, over a hundred thousand lives from the Youdu Snow Region were lost on the spot.
This speed continued to increase rapidly.
As a result, Du Yufang, who thought the outcome was already certain, became unsettled.
Watching the White Robed Iron Cavalry, like grim reapers, swiftly claiming lives on the battlefield, his heart suddenly skipped a beat, his pupils dilated in disbelief.
How could these mere ten thousand be so powerful?
From his high position, he saw clearly the blood splattering everywhere, blooming like flowers in succession.
That was countless people falling.
