As the voice faded, Mo Jing flickered out of sight, seemingly vanishing on the spot...
Such were the Step Skills and Body Techniques of a terrifying powerhouse...
A cold glint flashed in Lu Chao’s eyes, and he roared, "Heed my command! A volley of arrows! A rain of spears!"
WHIRRR...
Their morale ignited by the Dragon General Bone and freed from the Destiny Bone’s suppression, the Hundred Countries’ Armies instantly loosed a volley of arrows. At the same time, others hidden from sight hurled longspears. In an instant, the sky over Zhengyang Mountain turned black.
It was nothing but arrows, nothing but spears!
All trace of worry had vanished from Lu Chao’s eyes. Their brief clash had been a test, and it had proven that against this Cyan Sword Powerhouse, they stood a chance as long as the Destiny Bone’s suppression was lifted.
As the storm of arrows and spears flew, Mo Jing, who had vanished, reappeared before Lu Chao.
Mo Jing instantly formed a True Qi Shield, just like the one Yan Mu had summoned, blocking the sky-blotting volley of arrows. But with longspears raining down from all directions, he couldn’t just defend against the attack from the front.
And so, Mo Jing was forced to retreat... BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Violent blasts of True Qi erupted from his palms, swatting away and even shattering the surrounding arrows and spears. Unlike Nan Zhuiming, who had previously struggled against a massive army, Mo Jing shattered everything with absolute composure.
At the same time, Lu Dingtian and his three companions were dumbfounded. They scrambled to hide behind the Little Sword-Winged Ice Wolf.
The arrows and spears Mo Jing had swatted aside were now flying wildly toward them in a chaotic barrage.
But the Little Sword-Winged Ice Wolf was terrifying in its own right...
Its Demon Beast Heavenly Destiny Bone—of some unknown level and attribute—flared to life, conjuring several Ice Shields that blocked the incoming arrows and spears...
Just then, Lu Chao shouted again, "We have our distance! Charge with me!"
Mo Jing’s retreat had indeed created the opening Lu Chao needed.
It allowed Lu Chao’s men to spur their horses into a charge. All the visible cavalrymen followed Lu Chao, thundering straight toward Mo Jing.
With another flick of his longspear, Lu Chao unleashed his attack with a roar, "Fire Sparrow Dance—Half Moon Spear!"
A flash of fire erupted from Lu Chao’s spear, its cry echoing like that of a Fire Sparrow. This attack was, of course, empowered by the combined True Qi of all his cavalrymen.
His first strike had gathered the power of the experts; this one gathered the power of the entire cavalry, amplified by the momentum of their charging warhorses.
Because of their charge, the arrows and spears had ceased, leaving Mo Jing’s defenses wide open.
By the time Mo Jing swatted away the last of the arrows and spears, Lu Chao’s Half Moon Fire Sparrow Dance was already upon him...
A cold glint flashed in Mo Jing’s eyes, and he sneered. "Gathering your army’s power is impressive, but what’s the use if you can’t hit me?"
With that, Mo Jing leaped into the air, dodging Lu Chao’s attack with incredible speed.
But just then, a fierce battle intent flared in Lu Chao’s eyes. He shot back, "Who told you I was aiming for you? All troops, heed my command! Aim for this man from the Cyan Sword Great Empire and fire another crisscrossing... volley!"
WHIRRR...
The moment Lu Chao gave the command, the arrows flew once more. This time, it wasn’t a single massive volley, but a crisscrossing web of projectiles.
In other words, arrows loosed from positions Lu Chao had prepared in advance.
This volley was meant only to pin Mo Jing down. Meanwhile, Lu Chao and the cavalry behind him never broke their charge. The Half Moon Fire Sparrow Dance blazing on his spear didn’t stop just because it had missed Mo Jing...
Instead, he charged directly toward the Little Sword-Winged Ice Wolf.
That’s right. Lu Chao’s goal was to first take down Mo Jing’s mount.
At this sight, Mo Jing’s eyes widened in fury. "You little bastard, you dare!"
He tried to move laterally through the air as he spoke, but the relentless stream of arrows forced him to a crawl.
At the same time, Lu Chao shouted again, "Spears! Target the Sword-Winged Ice Wolf!"
The Little Sword-Winged Ice Wolf on the other side obviously sensed the danger and tried to take flight, but the hidden longspears were hurled once more, arcing high into the air and raining down upon it.
The barrage forcefully halted its ascent, pinning it a few meters above the ground.
In that instant, Lu Chao leaped from his saddle, the crescent arc of his spear still blazing, and slashed down at the Little Sword-Winged Ice Wolf.
"AWOOOO..."
The Little Sword-Winged Ice Wolf roared in pain, its terrifying Demonic Power erupting to repel Lu Chao.
But Lu Chao’s strike was backed by the combined power of the experts and the entire cavalry; how could it be repelled so easily?
The blast only managed to shift the spear’s trajectory slightly, causing it to slice viciously across the Little Sword-Winged Ice Wolf’s flank.
Instead of striking its head, the spear now sliced toward its wing. The Fire Sparrow Dance followed the longspear as it cut into the Little Sword-Winged Ice Wolf’s left wing and, in an instant, sliced clean through...
SPLASH...
Blood gushed forth as the Little Sword-Winged Ice Wolf’s left wing was cleanly severed.
In that instant... AWOOO! AWOOO!
Howling miserably, the Little Sword-Winged Ice Wolf crashed heavily to the ground and began to thrash wildly. The explosive wave of its Demonic Power blasted Lu Dingtian, Nan Zhuiming, and their two companions deep into the forest, their strange cries echoing as they crashed through the trees.
The gathered power in Lu Chao’s spear was finally spent, and he too was sent flying by the terrifying wave of Demonic Power.
Lu Chao coughed up a mouthful of blood in mid-air.
But his expression immediately firmed. Gritting his teeth, he twisted his body in mid-air and landed squarely back on his charging warhorse.
His body was completely dyed red with the Little Sword-Winged Ice Wolf’s blood.
Suddenly, Mo Jing’s furious voice boomed from above, "You little bastard! I’ll kill you!"
Without a second thought, Lu Chao shouted, "Marquis Yin, Gathered Power!"
Hearing the command, Yin Ye didn’t hesitate for a second. Gathering the power of the cavalry, he unleashed a devastating strike with his Heavy Halberd toward the sky above Lu Chao’s head.
Lu Chao’s own power had just been spent, leaving him unable to gather the army’s might again. Only Yin Ye could fight now, and he was more than prepared. The power behind this halberd strike was terrifying.
Directly above Lu Chao... ACK!
A dark figure appeared, only to be smashed away by Yin Ye’s empowered halberd.
Mo Jing had never imagined Lu Chao and Yin Ye could coordinate so perfectly. Blinded by rage, he had paid it no mind and was struck hard by Yin Ye’s halberd.
He let out a strange cry as he slammed into a large tree.
And then... CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
He snapped several more large trees in half before finally coming to a stop.
Mo Jing was plastered against a large tree. Clutching his chest, a trickle of blood escaping the corner of his mouth, he fixed his chilling gaze on Lu Chao, who was drenched in the Ice Wolf’s blood. "You little bastard," he roared, "you have truly, thoroughly enraged me."
Lu Chao remained unmoved. Still gripping his blood-drenched longspear, he shouted, "Coordinate arrows and spears! Continue the crisscross volley!"
WHIRRR...
The roar of another volley erupted, once again aimed at Mo Jing.
Lu Chao led the cavalry in another charge, shouting, "The Little Sword-Winged Ice Wolf can no longer fly! It can’t escape to the skies! We must use this chance to at least severely wound this Cyan Sword Powerhouse! Otherwise, even if we manage to repel him, we’ll never know a moment’s peace."
A Cyan Sword Powerhouse this terrifying... if they didn’t severely wound him, if they let him get away unscathed...
None of them would ever sleep soundly again.
Mo Jing could appear anytime, anywhere, and Lu Chao and his men couldn’t possibly maintain this formation of ambush and attack forever.
While he wasn’t yet planning to retreat, while he was still blinded by soaring rage—they had to press the attack!
At this moment, Lu Chao and all his men were filled with an indomitable will to press forward. Facing this Cyan Sword Powerhouse, they had no path of retreat.