Under the terrifying power of the two First Khans, the Horde battle line, which had been impossible to move even a single step for days, was now scattered and collapsing. The First Khans charged through it like an unstoppable force, and nothing could slow them down. Even countless Tauren warriors and Tauren guardian bears tried to use their tremendous strength to halt the First Khans' advance, but it was futile, like trying to stop a chariot with a mantis's arms. Though the Horde warriors could see not the slightest possibility or hope of delaying them, they still charged forward one after another, using their lives to block the First Khans' path.
"Annoying insects. Do you think your fragile lives can withstand my charge?" The Fifth Khan, Weng, was filled with contempt for those Horde warriors who could not see the gap in their strength. In the Centaurs' eyes, there was no such thing as honor. Such meaningless sacrifices were even more worthless. Yet after being blocked again and again, Weng was growing irritated, as though countless bothersome bugs were swarming around him.
"Weng, you will pay for what you have done." The Tauren and Centaurs had been blood enemies for thousands of years. Balasen Spirit Hoof naturally knew of the Centaurs' five First Khans, and he knew the most easily recognizable Fifth Khan, Weng—who had often taken part in massacres of Tauren—better than anyone. Roaring with rage, he charged at the Fifth Khan, Weng.
"I was wondering who it was. Balasen, has the little boy grown up? Do you think a few decades can bridge the gap between you and me? Then let me see whether you have made any great progress over these past decades." Seeing Balasen charge at him, Weng had finally found someone worth taking seriously. Compared