The slaughter continued.
When the natives charged up to Li Su, quite a few people aboard the dragon boats felt their spirits lift, certain that the outcome they had been waiting for was about to arrive.
But as time passed, the expressions of many gradually changed from secret delight and excitement to terror and tension.
He was simply too strong!
Facing the approaching natives, Li Su held a bone spear in one hand and charged straight in without the slightest hesitation.
Lifting, thrusting, sweeping, tapping, striking—he carved through the natives rushing at him as though cutting grass.
As he darted, weaved, and shifted, he clearly looked as though the native army had completely surrounded him, yet in truth, he moved as if through empty territory.
One native after another was badly wounded and sent flying by Li Su, yet not a single one died. They merely lost their ability to fight.
They were constantly flung aside and thrown to the ground, becoming obstacles for their own side instead.
Even the places Li Su passed through had been tampered with by him, riddled with pits or turned into patches of soft earth.
The moment they stepped on them, the attacking natives would immediately sink in—either one leg plunged down or most of their bodies swallowed by the ground.
In such a relentless charge, encountering such a sudden situation was undoubtedly terrifying.
It was not only the natives who fell into the pits who paid a heavy price; those behind them suffered the same fate.
More often than not, when one person fell, those behind, unable to stop in time and caught off guard by the sudden obstruction, would tumble into a heap.
Even if the person immediately behind reacted and leaped up, those farther back would still be unable to respond