The Calamity Storm could be called heaven-defying, yet it could also be called a chicken rib-too meager to savor, too wasteful to discard. It chiefly depended on its targets' temperament, inner strength, and other qualities. That was the main reason it affected eighty or ninety percent of the refugees, but less than three percent of the Mongol Iron Cavalry. To those with firm wills or powerful souls, the Calamity Storm was no more than a gentle breeze. It had little effect beyond, at most, muddling their minds and leaving them dazed.
An army was an army, after all. Soldiers had far stronger wills than civilians and naturally could not be shaken so easily.
Had the upheaval in the imperial city, the Immortal-God War, the refugees' tragedy, the collapsing heavens and splitting earth, and Great Huan's pursuit not battered them with one psychological shock after another, the Mongol Iron Cavalry's minds would never have been so unsettled, allowing the Calamity Storm to exploit their weakness. Under ordinary circumstances, the Calamity Storm's undead conversion would have had a negligible effect on an elite army!
"Calamity God Emperor, do not forget that I am here too!"
Seeing Genghis Khan remain silent, Chen Gong sent a quiet voice transmission to Lü Fengxian, who gathered his energy and shouted before issuing a loud command:
"All troops, heed my command! Move left and encircle them! Watch out for the fissures!"
Banners fluttered and hooves thundered as the Spring-Autumn Iron Cavalry surged like a torrent of steel. Together with the gradually arriving Great Huan Iron Cavalry and Great Huan Foot Army, they wound leftward like a giant serpent, forming an arc that blocked the Mongol Iron Cavalry's retreat on the left.
To the right lay Irkutsk Imperial City, from which countless fissures were spreading through the ground.