The cavalry riding strange demonic beasts numbered only four or five. There was no particularly strong magical energy emanating from them, yet their presence felt immensely powerful.
Shao Zixia looked around in terror, her face etched with despair. Suddenly, she spotted Lu Xiaotian, and at once she was like a drowning person who had seen a lifeline. Summoning her remaining strength, she hurried toward him through the tangled grass. "L-Lu, Brother Lu, save me!"
The five cavalrymen each carried a spear or a blunt weapon such as a spiked mace, and had blackwood longbows slung across their backs. Their auras were strange and powerful. Hearing Shao Zixia's plea, they didn't even give Lu Xiaotian a chance to consider whether to join the fight. The five scantily clad riders split up, and three immediately charged toward him. At the same time, two reached for the longbows on their backs, lest Lu Xiaotian fly off into the sky. Their coordination was exceptionally practiced; they were clearly well versed in this kind of fighting.
Whoosh, whoosh...
The enemy pulled short spears from the small pouches on their spirit beasts' bellies and hurled them at Lu Xiaotian without a word.
The burly man at their head threw his short spear with especially tremendous force. Though it carried none of the magical fluctuations of an ordinary cultivator, seeming instead to be powered by pure, brute strength, it was even more forceful and fierce than that of an ordinary cultivator.
Lu Xiaotian drew the Earthsplitter Saber and swung. His blade flashed like a phantom, its shadows linking together.
With several ringing clangs, Lu Xiaotian knocked the short spears aside one after another. The force sent him drifting backward several dozen feet.
What tremendous strength. Lu Xiaotian shook his somewhat numb wrist. He hadn't used any other