Most of the Fighters present knew that demon-ghosts were mutated Fighters. Though they lacked the combat awareness they had possessed in life, they still retained a Fighter's physical capabilities.
For instance, when that demon-ghost moved just now, it was almost impossible to track, clearly showing that speed was one of its strengths.
Rumor had it that the Old Imperial Household still possessed the technology to control demon-ghosts. The strength they could display might not be weaker than what they had possessed in life, and they might even have overcome the weakness of their missing consciousness. That made them truly troublesome.
Yet even such a demon-ghost had been smashed to pieces by Chen Chuan's external manifestation in a single exchange. He had done it as easily as crushing an insect underfoot, something that only happened when there was an overwhelming gap in strength.
Everyone could not help looking toward Chen Chuan, who walked at the front. Their emotions surged as they followed him and stepped over the demon-ghost's remains. When Hu Kan passed over it, he deliberately stomped on it several more times.
At that moment, a fifty-man Cataphract Cavalry unit from the nearest military camp had already formed up. With the beat of a drum, they charged toward them.
Though there were only fifty of them, as they galloped forward, their hooves thundered against the earth, kicking up rolling dust as if they possessed the momentum to scatter a thousand troops.
Everyone glanced over. This cavalry unit's courage was admirable. They clearly knew they were throwing themselves against an unstoppable force, yet they still dared to come. Moreover, they were charging forward under artillery fire from behind them. They were undoubtedly the elite among elites.
But just as the horses drew near, the Mask on Mister Zhuan's face flashed. An