Nothing could stop the charge of thirty thousand cavalry.
That convergence, like the surging of a great river, was a power never before seen in the Desolate Wilderness.
Battle intent.
Murderous aura.
Charge.
What did it matter if there was a million-strong army in front?
The triangular pyramid battle formation directly tore through the military formation of the million-strong army.
It wasn't even a proper military formation; the million troops stood scattered, at a loss, torn open like tofu.
It took the thirty thousand cavalry only 15 minutes to break through the million-strong human race formation.
Then, following Zhu Rong's high call, the battle formation turned, charging in another direction.
No matter your Totem Divine Beast, no matter your Divine Pattern Master, no matter your Ritual Master, in the face of the raging flood, all were but existences trampled into the mud.
Gallop.
Howl.
Swing.
