Riding on horseback, Mo Rigen held the reins with palms that had already turned icy cold.
Watching the Divine Martial Army's soldiers ruthlessly slaughtering the Celestial Wolf Race's warriors on the battlefield, that kind of overwhelming power made Mo Rigen fall into utter despair.
The cavalry charge tactics, which the Celestial Wolf Race prided themselves on, seemed so insignificant and laughable in the face of such inhuman strength.
The robust soldiers, with a mere swing of the sword, could cleave the Celestial Wolf Race's cavalry, both horse and rider, in two. They moved with astonishing speed, outpacing even warhorses despite wearing heavy armor, and their mere collision could overturn the battle formations of the Celestial Wolf Race, making man and horse topple.
Yet what was most terrifying was the commander of the Divine Martial Army, that peerless warrior known as the 'Sword Monarch.'
