The few men had leaped from their horses and charged at Wanyan Xiyin in but an instant.
Their target was solely Wanyan Xiyin.
Wanyan Xiebao at the side thrust his spear out with a furious shout.
Though he was late to detect the danger, his experience in the battlefield was like that of a starving wolf in the wilderness, naturally possessing the ability to fight at any moment.
The spear cleaved through the air, aiming for the chest of the nearest man, it seemed certain to pierce him through.
That man suddenly retreated, in an impossible fashion he recoiled in midair.
Wanyan Xiebao's spear thrust into the void, and immediately fell into the hands of another assailant by his side, the man grabbed the shaft, his wrist snapped suddenly, a flash of cold light thrust up along the spear shaft, and in an instant it reached Wanyan Xiebao's chest.
Wanyan Xiebao's pupils shrank, not expecting such a skillful and venomous change from his opponent.
Ding!
A light sound rang out.
