The instant Wang Yuan's Dragon-Tiger True Form erupted at full force, his nine-foot-tall golden body seemed to transform into a moving mountain.
He took a step forward to meet the charging cavalry head-on, his right fist smashing straight toward the neck of the foremost warhorse.
With that punch, the horse's neck shattered on impact. The rider on its back was flung away by inertia, only for Wang Yuan to free his left hand and seize his ankle in midair.
As if tossing away a scrap of rag, he hurled the man into another squad of cavalry to the side. The impact sent three riders and their horses crashing down together.
At that moment, two long lances stabbed toward him from both sides.
Wang Yuan neither dodged nor retreated. His arms snapped together like iron gates, catching the two spear shafts, one in each hand, before he gave them a savage tug.
The next instant, both cavalrymen were yanked directly from their saddles.
One hit the gravel bank, let out a muffled groan, and passed out. The other had yet to rise when Wang Yuan planted a foot on his chest.
When that foot came down, the ground sank slightly, and the rider's breastplate was flattened into an iron pancake.
The course of the battle completely spiraled out of control at that moment.
The two thousand elite cavalry had originally relied on formation coordination and mobile skirmishing, but Wang Yuan simply gave them no chance to pull away.
Every movement he made carried explosive, destructive force. Wherever he passed, riders were either sent flying together with their horses, or had their weapons seized by those enormous iron-pincer hands before being flung away themselves.
Someone slashed at the back of his neck from the side, only for the blade's edge to chip