Exploding into a layer of storm.
Cheriji was forcefully thrust backwards, leaving his mount, and landed on the ground, retreating several steps, his weapon suddenly plunging into the ground, carving a ferocious scar on the earth, dragging more than a zhang before finally coming to a halt, gasping for breath, his forehead beaded with sweat.
He lifted his head.
Yet his opponent simply sat quietly atop his warhorse, his expression calm, dignified as a mountain.
What strength is this!
A shadow appeared in Cheriji's heart, but he almost immediately understood why this renowned general, ranked forty-seventh in the world, chose to engage him recklessly, as behind him, the Qiang's Qie Xue Cavalry began to shift.
The reason for the wavering military morale was due to the approaching sound of frenzied hoofbeats.
Qibi Li charged down with his army.
