The Qing Taoqi around were almost all injured, yet they continued to draw their blades.
Someone kept looking back, seeing that all those who fell along the way had died, gripping their knives and slowly falling to the ground, crimson blood flowing from beneath them.
Gongsun Jing's eyes widened in anger, roaring thunderously:
"Go!"
The spear in his hand swung, blocking most of the arrows. Behind him, the Qing Taoqi shouted in unison, their Qi Mechanism forming into a soaring dragon, speeding up as they charged forward several dozen meters through the rain of arrows.
From a bird's eye view, one could see the Xiongnu Iron Cavalry like a long snake, swiftly responding, yet there was a wedge-shaped black shadow that breakthrough before encirclement, forcibly piercing through the weakest point with a thousand troops, bursting head-first through an encampment of twenty thousand cavalry, plus several tens of thousands of infantry.
