Xia ping 'an gently waved his hand, and an icicle shot out from his hand. With a sharp piercing sound, it flew 100 meters away and pierced through the bodies of 5 wolf riders that were charging towards him. Those wolf riders and their mounts turned into light and disappeared.
This was the battlefield, and Xia ping 'an, who was riding on the flying Scorpion King, looked at the massacre in front of him as if he was taking a leisurely stroll.
The 4000 farmers of the Holy Kingdom of GRU, 1000 wolf riders, and the long line of carriages were all blocked in this grassy plain.
The cavalry of Lingxiao city, led by Xia Pingan, suddenly rushed out from all directions like the wind, forming a huge circle on the grassland, surrounding the divine Kingdom of guru's team in the middle.
In Han Xin's words, there was no need for any tactics in this battle, just speed was enough.
