Duncan's figure kept galloping.
The nomads feared lightning, but as Duncan advanced, hundreds of Khan's Personal Guards swore to follow him to death. Their steel flood pierced through tens of thousands of enemy formations, not pausing anywhere, as the valiant warriors continued to fight fiercely even after falling from their horses.
Finally, Duncan, with fewer than three hundred remaining, caught up with the fleeing Monte Ma II.
"Die for me!"
Duncan roared as if a Heavenly God was descending, and the death spear in his hand turned into a shadow, breaking through the air, piercing through the bodies of two attendants, and nailed Monte Ma II to the chariot.
The cold light of Grandfather's battle axe slashed through the air.
