"Stop him! Stop him!"
The Hu Cavalry clearly had not expected Yang Zhengshan to charge out and fight them outside the formation.
Seeing Yang Zhengshan cutting down foes on all sides, they instantly fell into panic.
But if they wanted to stop Yang Zhengshan, how could Yang Zhengshan possibly sit still and wait for death?
He charged into the enemy ranks, but he did not lose himself in slaughter. Instead, he broke out of the enemy encirclement at tremendous speed.
Though he was a Post-Heaven Martial Artist, and there should have been no one here who was his match, a Post-Heaven Martial Artist was not invincible.
In the chaos of battle, blades and spears had no eyes. Even a Post-Heaven Martial Artist could not guarantee he would emerge unscathed from a melee.
Let alone saying that ants could bite an elephant to death—these Hu Tribe cavalrymen before him were not ants, and a Post-Heaven Martial Artist was not an elephant.
Once Yang Zhengshan became trapped in the enemy formation, it would be very difficult for him to break free.
So he did not linger in battle. Instead, he charged out of the enemy formation as quickly as possible.
His goal was not to kill the enemy, but to throw their formation into chaos and reduce the pressure on the soldiers inside the circular formation.
After rushing out of the enemy ranks, Yang Zhengshan casually seized a horse and rode far away.
This behavior left all the Hu Cavalry chasing behind him dumbfounded.
"He ran!"
For a moment, over ten Hu cavalrymen looked at each other, not knowing whether they should pursue him or not.
Of course Yang Zhengshan had not run. He merely wanted to pull away and make some preparations for another charge.
Red Cloud was inside the circular