A faint Evil Qi radiated from the Xuanjia Army soldiers, obscuring the sky and forming a red cloud of Evil Qi that roiled and churned, as if a world-shaking behemoth lay coiled within.
In moments, the Xuanjia Army charged into the Shuijian Sect Disciples' formation like a sharp blade, instantly cutting down a vast swathe of enemies.
The Shuijian Sect Disciples in their path were like broken weeds, pierced through by longspears.
"Kill!"
Li Jing, also mounted on a warhorse, joined the fray. His face was icy, and dense Evil Qi swirled around him, making him appear like a demon from hell.
His trident swept out, and three sharp edges tore through the air, cutting down hundreds of Shuijian Sect Disciples like an autumn wind scattering fallen leaves. Blood and gore flew everywhere.
