The Barbarian Chieftain's Self-Immolation Plan Was Futile, Yet Provided Materials for Asura's Wine

"Moo—!"

"Baa—!"

Piercing, miserable howls rang across the battlefield in an instant.

The moment flames shot up, the searing pain in their tails drove the cattle and sheep completely mad. Their hooves flew wildly as they charged and crashed in every direction.

Behind the breach, beyond the extinguished wall of fire, vast numbers of cattle and sheep wreathed in blazing flames came stampeding toward the Blood-Clad Army's formation like unbridled wild horses, crazed beyond reason.

Their pounding hooves made the ground tremble faintly. Sparks scattered ceaselessly with their gallop, setting the dry grass strewn along the way ablaze and forming winding ribbons of fire that spread toward the Blood-Clad Army.

Several hundred Donghu archers hidden behind the herd followed close behind. Bows drawn and arrows nocked, their eyes remained locked on the Blood-Clad Army's formation. Holding their breath, they waited only for the instant the cattle and sheep threw the enemy ranks into disarray before launching a deadly ambush.

The Donghu soldiers clenched their weapons as they watched the charging herd, blazing hope rekindling in their eyes. They began shouting under their breaths.

"Smash through them! Let these devils taste the power of maddened beasts!"

"Even the bravest warrior on the plains has to avoid the edge of a mad bull! With this many crazed bulls, I refuse to believe they can still stop them!"

"Get ready! The moment their formation collapses, we rush in and finish them off!"

"Right! Beat the dog that's fallen into the water! We must avenge our fallen brothers!"

Yet in the face of that wild, surging torrent of flaming cattle and sheep, the Blood-Clad Army opposite them did not budge in the slightest. Their ranks stood as orderly as an army of iron cast from the earth itself.

Every warrior stood tall and solemn,