Ten Thousand Horsemen Thundered Through the Pass, Divine Plans Secretly Set to Shatter the Barbarian Sky

The old shaman's mangled remains landed atop the pile of corpses at the center of the artillery strike zone, bounced once, rolled twice, and came to a stop beside a smoking shell crater.

His body had been completely charred, his limbs curled up like a stump of wood burned to charcoal.

He had cultivated for sixty years, summoned wind and rain, and been revered as a god by the herdsmen of the grasslands.

Now, he was nothing more than a lump of charcoal, with not even anyone left to collect his corpse.

The Xiongnu soldiers who had once depended on him now feared getting anywhere near him.

The lightning was still continuing.

It was not because the old shaman was still alive, but because the lightning that had been unleashed had yet to exhaust itself.

It would keep striking, striking until every last shred of power had been poured out.

And from the moment the old shaman was struck dead, the direction in which it poured itself out was no longer in pursuit of a single person.

It was the sky above the entire Xiongnu army's position.

The moment they were unleashed, they had never intended to return. Like a pack of wild beasts breaking free of their chains, they roared and churned through the clouds, racing toward their next targets.

From the artillery strike zone all the way to the gentle slope.

The air everywhere reeked of destruction.

At the Qin Army camp, the remnants of Xubu Gudu's vanguard had originally been waiting for the old immortal to destroy the enemy's wicked weapons.

Then they would join with the reinforcements and crush the enemy troops.

Yet instead of the old immortal's suppression, they got the old immortal calling lightning down on himself.

Every one of them was dumbfounded.

"What