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The moment he started charging, Chen Fei held onto the Frost Mourn tightly.

In front of him was a battle formation consisting of three thousand people. There was a shield, a spear, a bow, a chariot, and a bow. The only method Chen Fei could think of to break it was to use the terrifying destructive power of the Frost Mourn.

Just like yesterday when he saved this army, with a swing of his sword, the world changed color.

As long as Chen Fei was able to break through a hole in the city wall formed by his shield and spear, the battle would be announced as his victory. The reinforced soldiers led by Zheng Yang would be able to defeat the enemies that were scared out of their wits in an instant.

However, the Frost Mourn remained silent. Chen Fei had continuously released Holy Light Technique hundreds of times, all of his power came from the soul energy stored within the Frost Mourn. Now that his soul energy was showing signs of drying up, he could no longer give Chen Fei the feeling of being able to destroy anything.

Even that black mist did not rise, nor did the figures of Qiu Qianchi, who had once bewitched Chen Fei into a massacre, and Golden Wheel-in-law and Golden Wheel-in-law appeared in the depths of his mind.

The sword seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep. When he held it in his hand, aside from feeling its heaviness, there was only an ice-cold feeling.

What do we do, when he saw that Zheng Yang was only 10 metres away from the edge of the forest, Chen Fei almost shouted out in panic.

If it was possible, Chen Fei would even immediately order the retreat and give up on this suicidal attack.

However, in the next second, Chen Fei's eyes narrowed. Once again, he saw a miracle!

Ten metres, Zheng Yang fiercely pulled on the reins, and the warhorse soared into the sky!

This was a common tactic used by cavalry soldiers to break into battle formations. They would use their flesh and blood to smash open a gap in the formation.

Cruel, tragic, and there was only one standard for it. Courage, courage, and even courage!

In this situation, the cavalry soldiers running at the front would retreat whenever they had the slightest hesitation. In the end, the cavalry soldiers running at the back would be crushed into a pile, and turned into a sieve by the long spear.

The soldiers of the allied army were obviously used to this situation. As soon as they saw the warhorses soaring into the air, the twenty-odd spears immediately gathered together. The two men held onto a spear, and then pressed it against the ground.

If Zheng Yang had directly pounced over, there would only be one outcome for him — he would be instantly pierced into a sieve like a war horse!

But in that moment of life and death, Zheng Yang suddenly leaned back and slid down the ponytail.

"Puff puff puff …" A heart-palpitating sound of flesh being sliced was heard. Instantly, blood splattered everywhere. The pitiful warhorse didn't even have the time to let out a sorrowful cry before it stopped breathing.

Suddenly, the frontmost shield soldier did not have time to cheer when he saw Zheng Yang rolling and rushing towards him.

"Bam!" Zheng Yang swung his sword down, striking a gigantic shield.

"Kala, dang lang!" The two meter-long shield was split in half, and Zheng Yang's Bronze Sword also snapped from within.

"Go to hell!" Zheng Yang threw away his Bronze Sword, raised his right arm and smashed his fist against the second huge shield.

"Bam!" Before the soldier holding the shield could clearly see what was happening, he was sent flying backwards, continuously knocking over six or seven soldiers behind him.

"Kill!" Zheng Yang turned his body to the side, allowing the body of the war horse that was falling from the sky to pass.

It was only until now that the allied soldiers realized that Zheng Yang did not follow his horses and smash down onto the ground. Instead, he suddenly dropped to the ground and charged forward.

A commotion immediately broke out among the shieldmen. Some of them subconsciously turned their shields around.

The surrounding soldiers were all flustered. Some were looking for a target, while others desperately tried to pull the spear from the dead body of the warhorse.

"Kill!" Another deafening roar came as Zheng Yang grabbed a battle shield and threw it horizontally.

"Bang bang …" "Ahhh …" Miserable screams and the sound of collisions became one, and in almost an instant, a gap appeared in the battle formation.

"Block the hole!" A nearby team was screaming.

Their warhorses were all killed, but their injuries were not too great. Even though everyone had arrows sticking out of their bodies, and even though everyone was bleeding profusely, their eyes were wide open as they charged in like crazy monsters.

Bang, bang, bang …" "AHH …." The battle began to heat up.

The red scarfed soldier who rushed in was the same as Zheng Yang, the first Bronze Sword broke one after another in a few breaths, and only used his fists to fight the enemies with unimaginable power.

The soldiers of the alliance were actually strong men, much stronger than the ordinary soldiers. However, in front of these modified red-scarred soldiers, they were as weak as children. There was nothing they could do to stop them.

What was more tragic was the long soldiers, their long and thin weapons were originally meant to deal with the cavalry, but now that close combat had suddenly occurred, their weapons could not be used at all, and they could only be pushed around by the crowd, futilely shouting out loud.

In the blink of an eye, the gap in the battle formation widened to over thirty meters, with a depth of over twenty meters.

However, in terms of numbers, the allied army held an absolute advantage. Three thousand soldiers against one hundred soldiers could form an encirclement.

The generals continued to shout, and the archers quickly retreated. Large groups of swordsmen began to gather towards the gap.

As long as the gap was blocked, it would be a bitter battle. Unless the red-scarred soldier killed all of them, it would be the fate of being surrounded.

However, at this time, there was something that caused the mental defenses of the allied army to completely collapse.

Among the soldiers in the red scarf, there was a guy named Black Bull. He was tall and sturdy, had a fierce-looking face and a terrifying scar on his face.

The Black Bull's sword had long been broken. After smashing two of the Fighters to death with his fist, he didn't feel too good about it. Suddenly, he grabbed one of the Fighters. With a pair of round eyes, he angrily shouted, "Open!"

With a ripping sound, a living person was hacked into two by the black yak. His internal organs were all puffing out of him.

"Kill!" The black yak was like a god of death. He held one of the enemy's thighs in one hand and started spinning like a whirlwind, knocking down four to five of the allied soldiers beside him in an instant.

"They are not humans, they are demons!" Someone shouted.

In this era, there was a market for strange forces and gods. In the hearts of the people, there was only one place, and that was respect for ghosts and gods.

It was inconceivable for over a hundred individuals to challenge a battle formation with thousands of people.

Now that they saw that these people were not only incredibly strong, but they also seemed to be immortal, some people had already started to think about ghosts and gods.

They could only watch as a brother was torn into two by a huge black fellow. They could only watch as someone smashed apart the huge shield with a single punch and crushed the shield guards behind him. In that instant, the mental defenses of the allied soldiers crumbled.

"They are ghosts! Run!" The terrified soldiers retreated like a receding tide.