This heavy armor was not forged from ordinary materials. It could withstand armor-piercing force, was impervious to both water and fire. If it were just regular steel, no matter how thick, it would still be penetrated by Divine Crossbows or armor-piercing arrows. But this was something else entirely—a bastion of the cultivation world. What was even more outrageous was that even their mounts were clad in the same material.
Cold, fire—none of it worked.
This was a specialized treasure material known as Profound Black Heavy Gold (重玄黑金).
This rare material was born from a unique vein called the Profound Heavy Mine (重玄矿), boasting outstanding quality—of Earth-grade level. A single fragment, once known, could stir countless cultivators into a frenzy. It was a top-tier resource for forging magical treasures and divine weapons. Even embedding a sliver of it into a weapon would drastically increase its weight.
Not only was it dense and incredibly hard, its defensive capabilities were astonishing. Regular divine abilities and brute force attacks couldn't even scratch it.
And now, ten thousand Dragonhawk Heavy Cavalry were fully armored with this material, their mounts included. Their defense was monstrous to a terrifying degree.
Armor-piercing arrows were useless.
Flaming arrows and frost arrows—also ineffective.
"Profound Black Heavy Gold, an Earth-grade treasure material, used to forge heavy armor? That's pure extravagance. Outrageous."
Seeing this, Yi Tianxing couldn't help but twitch slightly at the corner of his mouth as the Wordless Heavenly Tome automatically presented the origins of these armors. It was simply wasteful on a level he found hard to believe. Using pure Profound Black Heavy Gold to forge battle armor—such indulgence would be unthinkable even for elite sects. It was too luxurious.
"The Skyhawk Court controls a Profound Heavy Mine."
That was the real prize. A mine like that, capable of arming ten thousand heavy cavalry, must be a large-scale or even rich deposit—an incredibly valuable asset.
If captured, this mine would be a massive gain for the Great Yi Dynasty.
Even Yi Tianxing couldn't suppress a flicker of excitement.
"Sharpshooters—aim for the eyes of the heavy cavalry!"
Wushuang Ghost shouted.
The heavy armor was nearly impenetrable, but it wasn't seamless. There were weaknesses—like the eyes. Eye slots were small, but they had to remain open for visibility. However, hitting them was insanely difficult, especially with the riders constantly in motion.
Only true divine archers could lock onto the target's vital energy flow and strike precisely.
The Immortal-Trapping Legion (陷仙军团) had such archers.
As the command echoed, many soldiers stowed their Divine Crossbows and drew out Bone Bows, loading them with Blood Wolf Arrows. While Divine Crossbows were powerful and ideal for rapid fire and suppression, they weren't suited for pinpoint sniping. For sharpshooters, war bows were the weapon of choice.
More power. More technique. Longer range. Greater impact.
If Divine Crossbows were assault rifles, then war bows were sniper rifles.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Amidst the storm of arrows, streaks of bloody red light pierced through, blindingly distinct.
Faster. More lethal.
In a flash, they reached the heavy cavalry. The bloody glow carried fatal intent. Though some tried to dodge, it was futile—the speed was overwhelming.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Sharp, crisp sounds rang out. Screams followed. Blood-colored arrows pierced eye sockets, blasting eyeballs and boring straight into skulls. Heads exploded on impact.
One shot, one kill—instant headshots.
Such scenes repeated among the Dragonhawk Heavy Cavalry.
On the battlefield, sharpshooters were terrifying. No one knew when death might strike—one arrow, and that was it.
Yet the heavy cavalry didn't panic. Sharpshooters, while frightening, were few in number. Not enough to shift the tide.
They kept charging.
There's a saying on the battlefield—never let heavy cavalry complete a charge. Once they do, the only choice is to dodge. Facing them head-on meant total annihilation.
Their momentum was earth-shattering, able to crush everything in their path. They were monsters of war.
As the charge began, countless eyes widened in horror. Gasps filled the air.
"Terrifying heavy cavalry. That momentum alone can break any defense. On the battlefield, anything in their path will be destroyed. This is the power of invincibility."
"It's like a mountain barreling toward us. I feel nothing but despair. Sharpshooters can't stop them en masse—it won't change the outcome."
"Can the Immortal-Trapping Legion withstand them? But our Great Yi army has never known defeat. We've always been invincible—we won't lose to these barbarians."
Countless bounty hunters watched with bated breath, not daring to blink. They didn't want to miss a single moment of the unfolding battle.
Clang!
Wushuang Ghost led the charge. Watching the thundering cavalry, he grinned cruelly. The iron chains wrapped around his body shimmered with black light. With a sudden flick, a chain lashed out like a black serpent, striking a heavy cavalryman.
Clang!
The soldier reacted quickly, slashing at the chain with his saber. But the chain coiled around the weapon, binding it tight.
Wushuang Ghost gave a sharp tug.
The chain snapped taut, bursting with raw power. In an instant, it ripped the cavalryman from his mount and slammed him into the ground. Cracks spread across the battlefield from the impact.
Before he could recover, other cavalry trampled over him. Each stomp reverberated through his armored body, blood spurting from his mouth.
Even with armor, the trampling left him critically wounded, if not dead.
Clank! Clank!
The Immortal-Trapping soldiers, all towering figures, each bore thick chains like Wushuang Ghost. Normally used to bind themselves, the chains now became deadly weapons. Like serpents, they weaved through the battlefield, wrapping around limbs, necks, torsos—and even the legs of warhorses.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Under the lash of chains, one after another, heavy cavalry were dragged from their mounts, or their horses pulled down and smashed against the ground. It was chaos—horses and riders alike scattered like rag dolls.
Some warhorses were tied by multiple chains, their legs torn in different directions until their bodies were ripped apart. Riders, losing their mounts, fell heavily to the ground.
It was a horrific, astonishing sight.
The once-dominant cavalry were now prey—helpless before the onslaught of chains.
Normally, ten thousand heavy cavalry could trample through a million troops, and still emerge victorious.
But now—they were reduced to the weak.
The scene was utterly unexpected.
Hard to believe.
Even on the city wall, Tuoba Tao was left speechless, eyes filled with disbelief.
This cavalry was meant to be their final, glorious strike—to carve out a legend for the Skyhawk Court. To inflict devastating wounds on the Great Yi Dynasty.
But now… it had all been wishful thinking.
The Immortal-Trapping Legion completely countered heavy cavalry.
Against those chains, heavy cavalry were worse off than light cavalry. This was a massacre.
"They're too strong. The Immortal-Trapping Legion is terrifying."
"I saw it myself—a heavy cavalryman got his limbs tied by four chains. One pull—boom—ripped to pieces. Dismembered on the spot!"
"What a joke. That Skyhawk King thought he could restore dignity with this cavalry. But instead, he's been humiliated—publicly and brutally."
"No suspense left. Against the Immortal-Trapping Legion, this heavy cavalry is doomed."
Grins broke out among the bounty hunters.