Before Meng Fuyao's voice fell, she heard the orderly clattering of hooves – ferocious, sharp, powerful and tough – effectively exuding an aura of death and might.
Meng Fuyao looked up and for a moment, mistook the sudden emergence of the black sheet wave on the western slope as a sign that she was about to pass out. The leading horseman raised his sword, and the whole wave of black-armored soldiers followed suit, before charging right into the enemy formation. These men controlled their reins and galloped full speed ahead, releasing rain-like arrows and chopping their enemies as though they were vegetables. From their ruthless and careless attacks, it was clear that these people were Zhan Beiye's.
But how could it be?
