"Ah~!"
"Ah~!"
As the screams continued, not a single person managed to break through the rain of swords. One after another, they all turned into clouds of blood, leaving only their swords and armor behind.
Even Zhang Erbao, a man of steadfast character, frowned at the sight. He hadn't expected Wang Yue to be so powerful—or to have an attack that could strike so many at once.
Seeing that more than two thousand men had already been lost in such a short time, Zhang Erbao's deputy said with a pained look, "My lord, why not wait for reinforcements? Once they arrive, we can block both sides of the gorge. The enemy won't be able to escape."
Zhang Erbao shook his head and said firmly, "No. If we wait, they might cross the mountain and leave. An opportunity like this doesn't come often."
But before he had even finished speaking, he noticed that a Faxiang had appeared behind Wang Yue at some point. It shimmered amid the blood mist, and the rain of swords Wang Yue unleashed grew even sharper. It slowly advanced toward the gorge, while the blood mist spread toward them, making everyone's hearts pound with fear.
To ensure there was no chance of failure, the first to charge were the finest among King of Guangling's elite cavalry: the Bei Kui Army, numbering only eight thousand.
As Guangling's fiercest general, Zhang Erbao was used to seeing life and death. But as the Bei Kui Army's casualties passed the halfway mark, he began to panic.
If all eight thousand Bei Kui soldiers died here, King of Guangling's cavalry would lose half its strength. It would take years to recover.
After all, those eight thousand soldiers had been selected from more than a hundred thousand Guangling cavalrymen. They were the very