Looking at the numbers—almost double the enemy's strength—yet the Qin Cavalry charges forward, completely suppressing the Foreign Tribes in ruthless slaughter.
Zhao Feng plunges straight into the enemy ranks, striking without hesitation.
"Sweeping Thousands of Troops."
"Spear Slash."
Zhao Feng unleashes his martial techniques.
Inside the mass of Foreign Tribes, Zhao Feng doesn't give a damn about the consumption of True Qi or the killing spree.
Even if his True Qi runs dry, his sheer strength alone is enough to slaughter countless enemies.
At this moment, True Qi erupts.
Transforming into dozens of spear beams slicing out.
In just an instant,
all enemies—men and horses—within dozens of meters are pierced through by spear beams.
Killed on the spot.
"Killed Eastern Hu soldier, gained 1 point of strength."
"Killed Eastern Hu Chiliarch, gained 5 days of lifespan."
"Killed Eastern Hu..."
A string of prompts.
Next instant,
