The sheer force even lifted him off his horse on the spearpoint. The two armies crossed past each other, leaving behind over a dozen trampled corpses and riderless warhorses fleeing in every direction.
Ronan's hand on the spear did not tremble in the slightest. When the spear pierced an enemy and met the recoil, he merely shifted back a little. Ronan shook the spear, letting the corpse skewered on it slide to the ground, then turned his horse around and charged the enemy again.
His spear pierced another enemy soldier. After shaking off the corpse, Ronan rode toward another foe, blocked the enemy's scimitar with his shield, then thrust his spear into the man's breastplate.
However, after piercing several enemies in succession, the spearhead had already become very blunt. It failed to penetrate the heavy breastplate, and the spear bent under the immense force. With a crack, it snapped under the strain, though the enemy was also sent flying before crashing to the ground.
Ronan's warhorse intelligently reared up, then brought its forehooves crashing down onto that enemy's chest. The breastplate caved in beneath the stomp. The man threw back his head, his eyes bulging as he spat out a mouthful of blood, then his head dropped heavily. He clearly would not survive.
Ronan gave his horse's big head an approving pat, then took the two-handed greatsword from his back, tossed away the scabbard, and swung it fiercely at another nearby enemy.
The Ape Arm specialty made it effortless for Ronan to wield the greatsword with one hand. Seeing his valiant figure fighting, the surrounding soldiers' morale surged.
After Ronan activated Avatar of Fear and charged back and forth through the enemy ranks, cutting down several soldiers, the enemy finally began to flee. Ronan did not pursue them. His task