Though they were vastly outnumbered by both the Chihu Clan and the Immortal Army's great formation, the six hundred wolf riders still charged with the force of a thousand armies. Their ferocious, arrogant momentum even surpassed that of the nearly ten thousand Chihu warriors.
Amid a succession of desolate, defiant howls, the wolf riders' formation drew closer and closer.
"Haha, this is a heaven-sent opportunity!" The Chihu Clan generals, including Bin Li, had felt somewhat uneasy when they saw the wolf riders' sudden transformation. After all, the two sides had no ties—who could say whether the newcomers might turn on them? But now they saw that the wolf riders had come to lend their aid, charging straight toward the Immortal Army's formation. Only then did Bin Li, Chi Tong, and the other experts burst into laughter. The Immortal Army's formation was already at a disadvantage; with the wolf riders joining the fight, they could deal it a fatal blow.
"The time to break the Immortal Army's formation is now! Kill!" Seeing that Qin Runan had brought out her trump card, the central army formation, and that the decisive battle had reached its final moment, Bin Li threw his last elite force into the fray without hesitation.
The battle raged. The void around them churned violently, like water boiling in a pot. Facing the elite central army commanded by Qin Runan, Xuanjing and Dushan wore icy expressions. The six hundred wolf riders moved as one.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! As the two opposing forces clashed, the wolf riders first hurled the spears in their hands, which transformed into a rain of spears in the void. Arrows came hurtling toward them from the other side. The wolf riders pressed on without a care, their charge not slowing in the slightest. The arrows rang