The consecrated expert that was of Earth Embryo Level had a solemn look on his face. The huge man he was facing now was giving him too much pressure.
As long as his attacks weren't directed at vital areas, his opponent would not bother dodging them. His opponent was fighting him with in a kamikaze style.
"Damn it, where's my axe? Someone pass it to me," Hong Bao roared, feeling frustrated that he couldn't take down the consecrated expert.
"Sir, catch it." Someone immediately broke away from the battle, ran to a distant area to pick up his axe, and threw it in his direction.
At this point in time, the outcome of the battle had already been set. Less than thirty horsemen were left, and the number was still decreasing rapidly. They couldn't flee even if they wanted to do so.
Some tried whipping their horses to escape but were immediately shot down by arrows.
The remaining men were not able to exert any pressure on the aboriginals.