The moment he heard this, Feng Xiyan understood how the Dizhu Tribe managed to defeat thousands of the Feng Army's soldiers with only a few hundred warriors.
Gripping the warhorse's reins tightly, his eyes turned colder. "Understood."
With the Yin Mirror flying beside him, Feng Xiyan drew his sword and shouted, "Keep your distance and cover each other! Kill them all!"
Drawing their weapons, Zhan Qi, Zhong Zi'an, and the soldiers roared in response, "Kill!"
The instant the two sides collided, the war drums shifted again, their rhythm reaching its peak.
Dum! Dum! Dum! Dum!
Swiftly scanning the battlefield, Feng Xiyan soon spotted the tribe leader not far away. Pulling on his warhorse's reins, he changed direction and charged straight toward him.
Sensing the approaching cold, murderous aura from behind, the tribe leader turned his head and saw Feng Xiyan rushing toward him at high speed. Instead of retreating, he rushed forward to meet Feng Xiyan directly.
