Zhang Yang only glanced at the Village Building Order's plunder information before leading 3,000 Antler Cavalry slowly forward.
Wu Ya, who was ahead, immediately led the 500 Iron Lions in changing formation, forming a human-shaped wedge to open the way.
This time, they would take the initiative.
At that moment, the red dot representing the Demon Race Hidden Dragon on the large map stopped. It was clearly being very cautious. The Red-Skinned Monster had been killed in an instant, which meant one fundamental thing: Zhang Yang's red dot represented strength above Transcendence as well. Though it might not necessarily be afraid, there was no need for it to fight head-on, since the Demon Race army was still arriving behind it.
Thus, after hesitating for a while, the Demon Race Hidden Dragon slowly retreated, matching Zhang Yang's pace exactly.
Both sides had something to rely on, and both sides were confident.
Three hours later, Zhang Yang led the cavalry force 300 li north before stopping beneath the final broad hill. This was the ideal main battlefield. Twenty kilometers ahead lay a gentle downhill slope, with an incline of no more than five degrees. The terrain on both sides was spacious, and the visibility was excellent—perfect for a mass cavalry charge.
This was where Zhang Yang planned to fight the decisive battle against the Demon Race army.
That was right. He had never intended to kill that Demon Race Hidden Dragon. His opponent was above Transcendence, and if it focused on escaping, there was no way to catch it. The Demon Race army was different, however. If it dared to come, he would annihilate it.
As long as he wiped out this Demon Race army, the Demon Race would no longer be able to quickly surround Zhang Yang's royal city. It would