The Seventeenth Legion, despite being disheveled and covered in mud from their escape from the quagmire, still maintained a terrifying momentum with three thousand Black Steel Knights charging forward.
The ground trembled, and the warhorses snorted white mist, as if intending to uproot the entire Icefield.
The distance between them and Frost Halberd City was now less than a kilometer.
Ackman grinned viciously, his face grotesquely twisted by the cold wind.
Seeing the seemingly flimsy front line of the Red Tide Knights ahead, his arrogance erupted completely.
These men would soon be crushed to powder by the wave of his Black Steel Knights!
Just at the moment before the Seventeenth Legion was about to collide...
The Red Tide Knights suddenly retreated to both sides like a tide, their movements eerily synchronized.
Ackman's pupils contracted: "Hmph, trying to bait us? Naive!"
