The Wuhuan had twenty thousand wolf cavalry, their dark green-black cloud qi soaring into the sky without taking shape. Wang Xuan had five thousand elite riders, their crimson cloud qi rising and faintly forming a strange beast resembling a tiger with a pair of wings growing from its back—the Qiongqi.
Across the wilderness, nearly thirty thousand cavalry clashed in scattered formations. The battlefield stretched beyond sight, yet amid that boundless expanse, everyone's gaze was drawn involuntarily to the same place.
With a whoosh, Lu Bu's golden-red externalized Qi was the first to rise from his body. It burned like blazing flames, reaching three or four meters high. It was as if this were a signal.
In an instant, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh rang out without end. Guan Yu's emerald green, green, green, green; Zhang Fei's black; Zhao Yun's silver; Huang Zhong's yellow; Gan Ning's icy blue...
Twenty beams of externalized Qi in different colors rose almost simultaneously, one after another. In a single instant, they firmly seized everyone's attention.
The five thousand soldiers of Wang Xuan's army roared in unison, their voices shaking the wilderness. Their morale surged, and even the Qiongqi formed from cloud qi stretched its limbs and threw back its head in a roar.
The Wuhuan were another matter. To the Wuhuan cavalry, this sight inspired more novelty and amazement than fear. They simply had never seen anything like it. As the saying went, ignorance bred fearlessness. Having never witnessed it, they naturally had no idea what externalized Qi represented. In the eyes of these twenty thousand Wuhuan wolf riders, the flames formed by the twenty beams of externalized Qi were less intimidating than the appearance of the White Horse General's banner.
Only, this time, let alone the White Horse General's banner, Wang Xuan's own banner had