Disaster That Destroyed the Village

The headless corpse fell from its horse, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The smell of blood mixed with sand carried a choking stench that made people deeply uncomfortable.

The Black Knights on horseback said nothing. Cold and motionless like stones, only a pair of icy eyes showed through the visors lowered from their black helmets. Like machines built solely for slaughter, they showed not the slightest reaction to their companion's death, as though what had died was merely livestock.

Yang Ming's question was answered only by a storm of attacks!

A crimson glow emerged from one knight's black armor as he drew his bow and nocked an arrow, as though sounding the horn for battle.

Immediately afterward, multicolored Soul Power glows appeared around the remaining thirty-odd Black Knights. Each displayed their own abilities, unleashing the soul skills they excelled at most.

The ground beneath Yang Ming's feet trembled. Then, a mound swelled from the earth, and a triangular earthen spike burst from the ground, seeking to skewer Yang Ming from below all the way through his head!

The Three-Tomoe in Yang Ming's eyes spun as he took in everything. Using Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, he calmly dodged the earthen spike while avoiding the arrows raining down upon him.

At that moment, the air around Yang Ming suddenly became incomparably viscous, as though he had fallen into a swamp. Every movement required tremendous effort, invisibly reducing Yang Ming's speed and restricting his nimble footwork.

"Roar!"

A Black Knight leaped down from his black horse, letting out a beastlike roar from deep in his throat. In a fleeting glimpse, the phantom of a Beast Soul surfaced around him. His bones crackled like popping beans, and a massive horn nearly a meter long bulged from his forehead, breaking free of the helmet's