The battle was nearing its end.
"Haah!"
With a single slash, Rider cleaved the undead soldier before him in two. Holding his sword, he looked around. Of the warriors who had followed him, fewer than one in ten remained.
Rider had fought battles all his life; it was not as though he had never encountered danger. But this was the first time he had ever faced a battlefield like this.
The undead seemed endless, without end. No matter how many he killed, even more would appear.
The Scourge truly lived up to its reputation.
He wondered what era this army had come from.
Rider was certain that even when he had been alive, he had never heard of such a terrifying legion. If an Undead Army like this had existed, his great conquest would likely have come to an end long ago. Perhaps this was something from the Age of Gods?
If so, then this expedition had not been in vain.
At that thought, Rider smiled again and looked ahead.
At that moment, the Undead Army had parted in the distance. On the other side, Rider could clearly see the red ponytail fluttering in the wind.
"I really have no idea what kind of person you are, little miss..."
Looking at that petite figure, Rider sighed, then tightened his grip on his weapon, his expression resolute.
No matter what, he was the King of Conquerors. Even if he died, he would die upon the path of conquest!
"Hyah!!"
With a sharp tug on the reins, Rider drove his warhorse forward at full speed. Before him, Fang Zheng silently raised both hands. Soon, a burning blade of fire and a frigid blade of frost appeared in his grasp.
"Haaah—!!"
In the blink of an eye, Rider reached Fang Zheng. He raised