"Damn it, what kind of power is this, to make even us feel fear?"
Unconcealed terror filled the King General's eyes.
They had followed Lord Jiedushi through a century of bloody battles in the Demon Ghost World, yet they had never encountered such horrifying power—power that made them tremble in terror.
But in the next moment, they reined in all their emotions.
At this moment...
There was no road back!
The Demon Ghost cavalry had finished assembling. The black tide converged like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea. Five thousand armored riders held horse-cleaving sabers, like a black dragon baring its fangs, ready to press forward at any moment.
That black dragon lay coiled upon the battlefield, its entire body gleaming with a terrifying light, ready to choose its prey and devour it!
The King General within the formation stomped the scarred earth to pieces. With sheer force of will, it forcibly gathered the crumbling army formation, and countless surviving Demon Ghosts ignored their casualties as they filled the gaps once more.
Human strength would eventually run dry.
Flesh and blood, vital energy and physical strength—there would ultimately come a moment when they were exhausted. They refused to believe the strength of the man before them could truly be inexhaustible.
"Keep charging! Create an opportunity for this general!"
The King General roared, its enormous bell-like eyes fixed fiercely upon Su Qingyang, constantly observing how much of Su Qingyang's power he had expended.
Yet all it saw was the young man in dark robes, still advancing without pause, charging into the army formation.
Squad after squad rushed forward to block and encircle him.
But in the hands of that dark-robed youth, the Black God Halberd rose and fell like lightning. With sweeping cuts and downward chops, squad after squad was