Zhao Yun stepped forward, and nearly ten thousand fierce Dingling warriors, not inferior to the Han Army elites, retreated in unison. In that instant, Ma Yunlu and Lyu Qiling's eyes were filled with shock, but soon all that remained in their eyes was Zhao Yun's silhouette.
However, in the next moment, Ma Yunlu and Lyu Qiling both sensed the presence of another person beside them and simultaneously turned to look at each other.
The same feeling made them not only unable to understand but also somewhat indignant. They immediately turned their heads, leaving only the back of their heads to each other, and then instantly reacted, their beautiful eyes lingering on Zhao Yun's back.
"Kill one Northern Huns soldier each, and I will spare your lives!" Zhao Yun coldly stared at all the fierce Dingling warriors before him and said.
