At that moment, Akil saw Xiang Ze charging straight at him and was scared out of his wits. He could bully ordinary cavalrymen, but if he faced Xiang Ze, he would probably be knocked off his horse within a few exchanges. Yet now that the enemy was already charging at him, fleeing was even more impossible.
Akil let out another roar. Naturally, he would not yell something like "Come protect me!" This roar was merely to bolster his own courage. A burst of white light erupted from his body. No longer thinking about how many exchanges he could last against Xiang Ze, he charged at him like a madman.
Xiang Ze held a cavalry lance in his hand. The lance trembled constantly in his grip, like a living creature eager to drink its enemy's blood.
Xiang Ze had no intention of showing mercy. He thrust his lance forward, aiming directly for Akil's chest. A trace of despair flashed through Akil's heart, but his hands did not pause in the slightest. As that despair arose, a hint of fighting spirit surged within him instead. He swung his saber viciously, striking Xiang Ze's lance head-on.
Though the blow did not sever Xiang Ze's lance, the tremendous force knocked what should have been a sure strike off course. Still, under Xiang Ze's two-handed control, even though the thrust went astray, it stabbed fiercely into Akil's thigh.
A cold smile appeared on Xiang Ze's face. The magic he cultivated allowed him, once his weapon entered an opponent's body, to detonate powerful magical energy within them and inflict massive damage. Even if he had only struck Akil's leg, as long as he detonated the magic he had injected into his body, Akil was as good as dead! Even if he survived, that leg would be