“KILL!!!” The old man, who Fang Cheng and Chu Zhaonan didn’t know, seemed to go mad. The fingers on both his hands were all spread out, and ten streaks of alternating black-white qi coiled above his nails. As he raked forward with his hands, two skulls, one black and one white, screamed as they rushed a rider. 

“Hundred Soldier Hall… Rotating Yin And Yang!!!”

Boom! A black-white halo suddenly detonated against a rider, but a fish scale-like golden armor appeared on his body, forcibly absorbing this wound!

This strike jolted the rider from his shock. Afterwards, he flicked out without a moment’s delay, and a stream of light instantly flew out!

“A signal flare?” The old man’s eyes were completely scarlet. How many of his clansmen had died here?! The counterattack had just begun; how could he allow these people to escape!

“Stop them!” His shout exploded through the air, but without need for him to speak, the flare was accurately struck by a bullet before it even had a moment  to detonate as it rushed into the sky.

Thump… A muffled noise echoed. Without warning, the stream of light mutely died out. The pupils of those still alive in the Screaming Wind Legion shrunk. What accurate gun arts!

“Retreat!!!” A cavalryman reared his head back and bellowed, but it was too late!

In a conical formation, they would’ve original drilled through the bottom of the Xingtian Legion’s crescent moon. Yet as they stood...