"Roar—" Darius III did not halt his attack because of the pain. His remaining hand still gripped the great axe as he brought it down toward Xiang An's face.
Xiang An sidestepped, dodging Darius III's attack. The great axe struck the giant elephant carrying Darius III, and the beast let out another howl of pain.
Keeping his balance atop the swaying elephant's back, Xiang An hooked his foot and scooped up Darius III's severed arm. At the same time, he flicked his Great Pi. Its two halves drew toward each other as they flew out and embedded themselves in the ground.
After tossing the arm aside, Xiang An held the Eight-Faced Life-Slaughter Bronze Sword in one hand and Darius III's great axe in the other.
Though Darius III had no reason left, the sight still left him somewhat stunned.
Why was he holding my weapon?
Elsewhere, apart from Xiang An, the outcome of the battlefield between the Noble Phantasm summons was equally clear.
All three thousand Yin soldiers were cavalry. Facing ten thousand skeletons that were all infantry, they could not merely be said to be at ease—they were cutting through them like vegetables.
When cavalry faced infantry in life, the horses' legs had still been a weakness. But now that they had become skeletal horses after death, even if you slashed at their legs, the horses felt no pain and would not retreat. Instead, the soldiers closer to you could thrust a spear straight through your skull.
Though their overall numbers were smaller, if the horses were counted as well, Xiang An's side had six thousand units.
In short, though they had suffered losses as well, the three thousand Yin soldiers had not lost to Darius's skeleton troops under the advantage of their troop type. On the contrary, they