The two forces collided violently, and everything fell silent in an instant, as though time itself had frozen.
Suddenly, thunder rumbled across the sky, growing louder and louder until everyone's ears buzzed. Some of the Great Jing Kingdom people in Changsheng City turned pale with fright.
Then, centered on Zhao Bahuang and Zhao Yun, an invisible wave of force surged outward, splitting the ground open with a crack.
The nearby barbarian cavalrymen were so terrified that they immediately turned and fled. Anyone a step too slow would fall into the fissures.
Dust billowed high into the sky, blotting out the heavens. Even the barbarian command platform began to sway.
The eight hundred cavalrymen froze for a moment before someone shouted, "For the son-in-law! For the Human Race! Charge!"
Ever since Honggu City, they had decided that even without Zhao Yun, they would fight the barbarians to the bitter end. Zhao Yun had elevated them, but they were not Zhao Yun's followers!
At the critical moment, these eight hundred cavalrymen, tempered through countless battles of life and death, charged desperately toward the barbarian command platform!
As the dust settled, Zhao Bahuang and Zhao Yun had fought to a draw. Even the barbarian Canglang Saber had failed to knock Zhao Yun's spear back.
"Kill!"
The two exerted themselves almost simultaneously, their strength surging to its peak once more. Zhao Bahuang was a half-step Grandmaster, wielding a Grandmaster-grade treasure and completely uninjured, fighting at full force.
As the second wave of power crashed down, Zhao Yun was at a slight disadvantage. The Canglang Saber radiated killing intent, and Zhao Yun, caught in the middle, bore immense pressure.
At that moment, blue light flashed in Zhao Yun's eyes. Not only did it not fade, but it gave his pale face a somewhat sinister look.