Clip-clop! Clip-clop! Clip-clop!...
Sparks flew from under the hooves.
At the rear of the military formation, two Magma Knights, each standing three meters tall and adorned with molten gold ornaments, indicating their extraordinary status, urged their mounts, almost twice the size of normal horses.
They roared like two burning heavy chariots, charging towards Aiven, who was slaughtering wantonly within the infantry array.
During the charge, the knights raised their lances, forged from steel and magma, vowing to pierce him on the spot.
Even the infantry who couldn't dodge in time were ruthlessly smashed aside.
Yet more low-ranking soldiers still risked their lives to gather around Aiven, desperately compressing his space to evade, just to delay his steps by 0.01 seconds with their lives.
In the blink of an eye, the two scorching lances stabbed towards Aiven with the dominating force to pierce through city walls.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
