The smoky battlefield covered the scene in a gray haze, as the figure emerged through the Penetrating Clouds, killing relentlessly and moving closer.
Zhao Shourui pondered for a moment, his eyes flickering, then he waved a large hand.
Wang Jian jumped down from the bronze battle chariot, grabbed a rotted warhorse, mounted it, raised his halberd, and galloped away in a cloud of dust!
Soldiers who couldn't dodge were crushed to pieces, their remains trampled into the ground. Facing the Taoist who was fiercely breaking through the formation, the phosphorescence in Wang Jian's eyes burned even brighter.
In the valley, the army of the undead surged like a tide, clearing a narrow path as they passed. The wind roared, and the horse galloped like thunder, with the fearsome halberd and iron tower reaching Chen Yi in an instant!
