Soldiers face soldiers, generals face generals.
Chen Ping was trapped in the formation set by eighty thousand Rushing Wolf Cavalry, unable to discern directions, just pushing forward with all his might when he encountered a fierce general.
This general had wings on his ribs, uncertain if they were part of his gear or naturally grown, wielding a pointed giant axe, standing twenty feet tall, riding a white elephant, conspicuously prominent amidst the Black Wolves.
"Surrender your life, take my Che Chili's axe."
The giant with the axe, massive in stature, spurred his steed like the wind.
With the golden wind from the axe blade, four cavalry generals around Chen Ping were simultaneously struck by the sharp wind, falling from their horses, already lifeless.
With an axe overhead, the sky thundered, the giant on the white elephant moved his muscles and bones, already slashing towards Chen Ping.
'Che Chili, Murong Tao…'
