Demonic Might Soaring to the Heavens (Part 2)

A blood-red mist instantly enveloped the ten thousand Black Tiger Army soldiers. One by one, their heads exploded, and they fell from their warhorses.

Within a few breaths, the ten thousand Black Tiger Army soldiers had been wiped out to the last man. Not a single one survived.

Yang Feng glared at the ten thousand Black Tiger Army warhorses. As though they had encountered a giant dragon—their natural predator—they were all seized by terror and obediently ran over to the three thousand "cavalrymen" of the Great Chu Empire, forming an enormous herd.

The ten pebbles stained with Black Tiger Army blood suddenly curved through the air and slammed into the heads of the several dozen fleeing Great Chu Empire cavalrymen, instantly killing them all.

"So strong!!"

"Terrifying, truly terrifying!! How could such a person exist?"

"How could such a person exist? How could this Devil Ancestor be so powerful?"

"Is he even human?"

"..."

When the remaining ninety thousand elite soldiers of the Great Zhou Empire saw this scene, every one of them trembled from head to toe, a bone-chilling cold rising in their hearts.

Many veteran soldiers who had survived countless wars had their teeth chattering, their eyes filled with fear.

Seeing this, the Moon Demon Young Master was both excited and afraid, yet inwardly grateful. No matter how many times I see it, this method is still too heaven-defying!

Qiao Mengluo looked at Yang Feng, an incomparably strange light flickering in her beautiful eyes. "With a mere lift of his hand, he slaughtered ten thousand cavalrymen while remaining completely at ease. He is frighteningly powerful. Can a human truly become this powerful?"

The Moon Demon Young Master circulated his inner force and shouted, "Hu Yanhao, now that you have witnessed Old Ancestor's divine art, why have you not