The Eight Hundred Heavy Infantry defended Lyu Bu as trusted aides, with Zhang Liao's Bingzhou Wolf Cavalry following closely. The combat power unleashed by the less than four thousand elite cavalrymen was enough to shock all the legions.
Bupenyi did not die, but he no longer had the courage to turn back. He knew that if he managed to escape alive this time, he would never step into Bingzhou again. That man, like a ghostly deity, had shattered everything he had.
If he could choose, he would never want to clash with Lyu Bu again in this lifetime. The other's strength was an invincible force, a kind of overwhelming might that brought despair, the power of a lone force breaking an army.
"They're coming, run, run!" Bupenyi was panic-stricken, not knowing what else to do other than flee. Fear had seized every nerve of his, and he needed to distance himself from this dangerous place.
