"Thud, thud, thud, thud..."
The muffled sound, like rolling thunder, rang out again. But this time it was not drums—it was the hoofbeats of warhorses, accompanied by violent tremors in the earth, sweeping in from afar like a muffled thunderclap...
"Heavy armor! Why would there still be something like this here?"
Li Yan recognized the sound. It was warhorses clad in heavy armor, the most devastating weapon in any army. But such heavily armored weapons were only formidable against mortal armies.
An army made up of cultivators should not have such heavy armor. It meant little to cultivators and could not raise their combat strength by much.
A cultivator's defense and offense did not rely merely on things that looked thick and heavy. Often, a thin layer of light around the body was heavier and sturdier than an entire mountain.
Not to mention such primitive charges on horseback. Li Yan felt that perhaps he had judged wrongly, but at that moment, he had no time to think further.
Among the black shadows shooting toward him from every direction, several towering warhorses abruptly appeared before his eyes. Sure enough, every inch of their bodies was covered in heavy armor as dark as refined iron.
Their enormous heads were likewise protected by armor, revealing only a pair of pitch-black eyes as they bore down on him like mountains.
Mounted atop them were soldiers clad in the same heavy armor. Each held a thick spear, while their heads were entirely sealed beneath helmets.
The eyes exposed beyond those helmets flashed with ferocious cruelty, radiating the crushing momentum of mountains rolling down upon him.
The mountain-sized horses pounded the ground with their hooves, sending mud flying as the earth shook violently. Amid thunderous rumbling, they slammed fiercely toward Li Yan.
The soldiers on horseback