The black tide didn’t lose the slightest hint of speed. The fall of Mo Yeyu’s wall was like a crab stripped of its shell, exposing the soft tender flesh within!

Under the moonlight, deathly pale cultivators faced the rides. The Spirit Accumulation Cannons in the hands of Xu Yangyi’s forces were already shaking so much that they couldn’t be held. In a war of mortals, the charge of a thousand-strong cavalry could break the minds of infantry. It was the kind of suffocating feeling and dread that brought the earth to quake and tides to churn, enough to make any cultivator on the battlefield for the first time to flee on mere contact. Although there were only a hundred riders… their weaponry, momentum, and battle formation far transcended mortals’ by a hundred fold! 

“KILL!!!” The armored rider of pure white hefted up his longspear from his waist at an angle! His left hand waved a two-meter-long banner with a white tiger drawn on it. The flag fluttered in the wind, like a sailing reaper in the glow of the moon, causing both heart and soul to tremble!

“KILL!!!” Following his mad howl, the hundred riders behind him shook the heavens together with their cry for murder, jolting the four reaches!

Behind the wall of thorns, the first squadron of the Xingtian Legion’s crescent formation was no more than twenty meters away! Their objective was the bottom of the crescent! To drill through it! Tear it apart! Encircle and kill! In several rounds, everyone...