Roar!
The warhorse beneath the knight let out a whinny, its muscles bulging and its aura spreading out, revealing itself as a formidable dead-level demonic beast.
Its wagon-sized hooves burst the air apart as it leapt from the ground, gaining rapid speed and leaving afterimages behind, carrying the Great Knight on its back as it charged towards the monk.
A shadow spread, and a glint of blood radiated from the dark, icy halberd.
The two figures were completely disproportionate; the Great Knight struck with fury, and his blow seemed poised to split the old monk and the temple behind him in two, shattering them into pieces. In the army, every face bore a bloodthirsty frenzy, as if they had already envisioned the bloody scene of the monk being struck down and torn apart.
However, the turn of events did not unfold as most had imagined.
The old monk reached under his long robe and stepped forward, extending his arm to deliver a balanced and steady punch.
