The sound of the boulders falling was nothing like thunder.
It was more like the dull thud of an iron hammer smashing a watermelon.
"Boom!"
The first boulder struck the front of the convoy.
Several Royal Knights who had still been chatting and laughing were instantly reduced to pulp, horses and all.
Blood splattered across the armor of those behind them, warm and viscous.
"Enemy attack—!!"
A heart-wrenching roar finally rang out.
But it was already too late.
From the steep cliffs on both sides, countless black-clad figures leaped down like a swarm of black locusts, blotting out the sky.
They wasted no words.
They landed, unleashed their martial souls, and killed.
Their movements were perfectly coordinated. They were clearly well-trained death warriors.
"Aah!!"
Screams rose and fell one after another.
Those Royal Knights, normally dressed in finery and only good at putting on a show in the training grounds, now fell like harvested wheat.
The defensive line collapsed the instant it came into contact with the enemy.
"These useless trash."
Dai Mubai kicked open the carriage door and let out a tiger-like roar.
"Brothers, time to work!"
The Shrek Seven Devils filed out one after another.
Faced with the killing intent filling the sky, not one of them faltered.
After all, they were monsters who had crawled out from mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
"Fatty, set it on fire!"
"Little Ao, sausages!"
Tang San gave his orders calmly.
But he did not use Blue Silver Grass.
His left hand was tucked behind his back. The black Clear Sky Hammer, though only palm-sized, had patterns on its surface that glimmered faintly.
He was waiting.
Waiting for the real big fish.
Han Yuchen did not rush out immediately.
He huddled in a corner beside the wreckage of the