Scorching rays rained down from the sky.
The charging Steppe cavalry, surging forward like a tide, were cut off outright.
Over a thousand riders at the tip of the formation had their bodies pierced, along with their horses, giving off the acrid stench of meat charred over a roaring fire.
Silence!
The battlefield, seething with noise just a moment earlier, fell deathly silent.
The remaining Steppe cavalry reined in their horses, staring in horror at the monster overhead.
Then their eyes followed the monster as it moved, settling on the figure standing on the city wall.
He still stood alone.
But now, not a single Steppe rider dared belittle him or look down on him.
Over a thousand deaths in a single strike were enough to make anyone take him seriously.
Or, more accurately... fear him!
The Steppe People had always been renowned for their ferocity.
But nothing was absolute.
The last Steppe vanguard had lost its nerve when faced with Qin Ran's uncontrolled rampage.
This time, the Steppe army was no exception!
Their eyes widened as they watched Qin Ran walk onto the [Beast of Desire], step by step, and stand atop its largest eye, surveying them with a calm, unruffled gaze.
Yet every Steppe rider who met that gaze felt his skin crawl.
The night wind swept over the city wall.
His black cloak danced in the wind, snapping and fluttering.
It was as though they were looking at a black-clad god of death.
And his gaze was the gaze of death itself.
Their hearts, burning with greed, now felt as though they had been flung straight into the bitter winds of the Far North.
Cold.
Bone-chilling cold.
The aura of death surged outward. Horses whinnied and backed away, while the riders on their backs panicked even more.