The clash of blades and spears in mid-air resounded with an earth-shattering roar, with intense shockwaves spreading out from the point of impact.
Buzzing.........
Within a range of over a hundred meters, all soldiers were instantly blown away. Over a dozen soldiers closest to the point of clash, whether from Great Xia or Beishuo, had their war armor shattered, flying backward while continuously vomiting blood. A few of the unluckiest among them even perished on the spot.
"Block me, die!"
The Beishuo soldier who ambushed Xia Chuan suddenly raised his head, revealing a middle-aged face seventy percent similar to Yang Jian, but younger, with a more defiant and confident look in his eyes.
With a shout of rage, he exerted strength with both hands, pressing down the black blade; the long spear scraped past the blade's edge, again heading towards Xia Chuan's brow.
"Yang Zhun has returned from Chen Cang!"
Whoosh......
