The friendly army had twenty sets of Mountain Piercing Crossbow Carts between the meadow with countless gorges dug open within and the battlefield with corpses scattered everywhere, but there were actually only seventeen that were still intact. The leader of this friendly army was a golden longsword wielding middle-aged cultivator.

When he heard the great rumbling ‘for Yunqin’ shouts from the slope behind him, as well as saw the light cavalry that poured down like a flood, this middle-aged cultivator whose hair was already completely drenched in sweat, soul force clearly severely exhausted, felt his mind tremble. This was especially the case when he saw that while approaching the battle, this troop’s momentum didn’t decrease at all, the further they charged, the faster they seemed, this scene making the middle-aged cultivator’s eyes become even more bright.

Lin Xi didn’t stay with the remaining three hundred or so army. His warhorse covered in leather armor took the lead, charging right past the left side of this army.

The moment Lin XI’s light cavalry troops stirred...