The giant fist, formed from black Demonic Qi, ferociously smashed into the midst of the Black-armored Flying Cavalry, like a fist plunging into a dense colony of ants. "Boom!"
"Ah!" Suddenly, cries of agony filled the field.
When the black giant fist lifted, it was stained with a vast expanse of fresh red blood. Beneath it, at the heart of the dense Black-armored Flying Cavalry, lay a large swath of mangled corpses—a harrowing sight.
Immediately after, the black giant fist continued to pummel downwards, "Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
"Ah!" Life was as insignificant as ants. Two thousand Black-armored Flying Cavalry men, lacking the leadership of a strong commander, were annihilated by Long Ao's black giant fist—the space was scattered with unrecognizable corpses. With his right palm facing that direction, Long Ao drew in a breath, and a vast tide of fresh red blood surged towards Long Ao like a raging flood.
