The Battle Intensifies

Clang! Clang! Clang!

In an attempt to win the battle sooner than expected, heavily armed men joined the front lines.

Shen was leading the attack from the front, so when he saw one of Jun's personal guards joining the battle, he couldn't help but sigh in relief.

"Hold your spears tightly!" someone from the group of bandits shouted. The next moment, the spears were angled, pointing toward the soldiers who intended to kill them.

A dozen strikes fell upon the strongest man in the enemy group, who appeared to be their leader.

At that moment, the armor of the man being attacked was dented but not penetrated, thanks to the quality of his protection.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

But before he could be struck again, the blows were deflected by the extension of his chainmail.

"Ha, ha, ha!"

Before their eyes, the man dropped numerous chains with knives attached, and the chains whipped around, creating a great storm.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The bandits' sabers cracked under the immense force of the chains. Alarmed, they quickly retreated.

"Ahhhh!"

But the muscular man was one step ahead of them. In the fraction of a second when chaos broke out in the bandits' formation, he took advantage of the momentary confusion to throw a punch, sending one of the bandits flying a great distance.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

And before the others could react, a second and third victim were also violently thrown back.

Four assassins from the group immediately tried to join forces to retaliate, but before they could attack, the chains sliced through their bodies, creating a rain of blood and pieces of flesh.

Terrified by the scene before them, the remaining men retreated in panic.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

But the muscular man had no intention of letting them escape. Like a tiger charging into a flock of sheep, his punches and kicks flew everywhere, and one by one, the assassins fell.

Throughout the course of this massacre, the remaining assassins had no chance to regroup. Even if they tried to band together to fight back, that muscular man would somehow appear in front of them and crush any coordination they tried to achieve.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

In the midst of the slaughter, Jun sat on his black horse without any emotion or reaction. His enemies should be six feet underground, while his allies at his side, anyone who posed a problem or dared to stand in his way, would suffer the same fate.

More and more men flew in various directions. The battle instincts and reflexes of that man seemed to have reached an incredible level of mastery. Even though he was facing several people at once, he managed to turn the fight into multiple one-on-one encounters, thus nullifying the numerical advantage of his opponents.

Such sharp battle instincts were truly terrifying!

The remaining four soldiers were no match for him either. In that moment of desperation, someone shouted, "Shoot his mount! Shoot his leader's mount!"

Those words drew everyone's attention to the tall, majestic stallion standing a dozen meters behind the muscular man.

The air suddenly changed. The furious man who had just been massacring his opponents without fear unconsciously turned his gaze back.

No doubt, his horse meant a lot to him.

At that instant, it was impossible to know who did it, but an arrow shot from the crowd, speeding toward the majestic stallion standing several dozen meters behind.

"Ahhhh...!" the group nearby exclaimed in shock. No one could have thought someone would be so cruel as to try to kill a mount that wasn't even in battle.

The sharp, piercing sound of the arrow's trajectory made everyone's skin crawl.

And just when it seemed the stallion would surely die from the sharp arrow, a sudden change occurred.

Crack!

The air trembled, and something like a black blur flew over the horse's back and, with lightning speed, intercepted the arrow.

Surprisingly, its speed was even faster than that of the arrow!

Clang!

The object that collided with the arrow was actually a star-shaped weapon, one that Jun had given to his assassins to prepare for any contingency.

"Finish this." A cold voice came from behind, and at that moment, about thirty figures emerged from the bushes, throwing thin knives that hit each and every one of the criminals and soldiers on the battlefield.

Jun appeared on horseback, and his eyes focused on the muscular man, who was one of his bodyguards: "I told you it'd be better to lose a bit of muscle; you're getting slower, Shao."

"My apologies, my Lord."

"We'll finish this as soon as possible so we can reach that demon village."

"Understood. Everyone, move."