Wherever the thirty or forty riders passed, the once-clamorous crowd fell silent in an instant. It was as if someone had pressed the mute button on the entire world. Everyone was cowed by the powerful presence radiating from the black cavalry.
The man at the very front of the black riders drew the most attention. He wore neither a black cloth nor a helmet on his head, allowing everyone to see his true face.
He had a classic square face, as if carved by a knife and chisel, and was strikingly handsome. With a tiger's back and a bear's waist, he wore black metal armor that gleamed in the sunlight, making it obvious at a glance that it was no ordinary gear.
Even the warhorse beneath him was clad in black armor made of the same metal.
The man's jet-black hair was tied high atop his head. Judging by his face, he could be no more than thirty. A faint smile played at the corner of his mouth as he rode at the head of the group.
Most outrageous of all was the weapon on his back: a blood-red great halberd at least two meters long.
Luo Yi felt that the shaft alone was as thick as an ordinary child's arm. Just one look at it gave him the sense that the halberd had to be incredibly heavy.
Yet the man leading the way with the great halberd on his back wore a nonchalant expression, as though carrying a deadwood stick were no effort at all.
Not only the man himself but also the long-horned warhorse beneath him seemed to tread lightly, showing no sign of fatigue.
"Monster Beast." Looking at the horse, Luo Yi guessed at its origins.
If Luo Yi hadn't been so observant—if he hadn't noticed that