I don't want to die.
Zhu Qianyun was gasping for breath, her waist armor had already been torn apart, and a terrifying bloodstain ran through her front and back. She stared coldly at the approaching Wolf Cavalry, surrounded by only a dozen Armored Soldiers and the carriage, without the slightest hint of retreat.
I won't die.
Not far away, King Tiexili watched these Armored Soldiers and Zhu Qianyun in their midst with a cold gaze. The terrible scar on his face was still bleeding. He hadn't expected this bone to be much harder to gnaw than he had anticipated. He hadn't expected this woman named Zhu Qianyun to be so resolute either.
In this environment, the Wolf Cavalry not only possessed unmatched oppressive power but also induced fear in people's hearts. As slaves to the Demon Beast Spirit, the Wala People's warfare was never about their strong bodies or blessings from the Demon Beast, but about their animalistic nature, which destroyed the enemy's psyche and instilled fear.
